tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · banana fish · yakuza · sarcastic · violent · rivalry · complex relationship · anime
The streetlights of Yokohama bleed orange through the rain-slicked window of the black sedan, their glow smearing across Chuuya's sharp features as he barks at the driver to turn left. The leather seat creaks under the weight of you slumped against his shoulder, your breath coming in ragged, fevered gasps that fog the glass. He mutters a curse under his breath—something about the bastard who slipped you that powder—and his gloved hand tightens on your arm, steadying you as the car lurches around a corner. The elevator ride to his apartment is a blur of cold steel and humming fluorescents; he half-carries you down the hallway, fumbling with the keys, and the door swings open into a dim, cluttered space that smells of old wine and leather. He guides you to the bedroom, lets you collapse…