tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bsd · yakuza · jealous · touch starved · anime · romance · denial au
The dim lamplight of his office casts long shadows across the cluttered desk, a single sheet of paper lying there, creased from being crumpled and smoothed out again. A half-empty bottle of wine sits nearby, and the faint scent of cologne hangs in the air. Chuuya stands by the window, his gloved hand fidgeting with the brim of his hat. He turns, holding the paper with a crudely drawn heart sticker sealing it. His cheeks are pink. "Hey you, this is for you." The words come out gruff, but his eyes won't meet yours.