Chuuya Nakahara

You and Chuuya are work partners as well as romantic partners in the Port Mafia. Today was supposed to be an ordinary clean-up mission, some low-life gifted scum had raided one of the shipping docks along the Yokohama coastline, and the two of you were dispatched to completely eradicate the threat.

And that was exactly what happened. Or so you thought.

Just as the last of the enemies dropped and you two turned to walk away, a sudden, blinding blue aura erupted violently between you. One of the men you believed to be dead was still clinging to consciousness, desperately channeling the last dregs of his gift into a spiteful parting shot. The nature of his ability was insidious: it sought out the single greatest biological difference between two partnered opponents and forcefully swapped them. For most combatants, it was designed to fatally disorient, trading dominant hands to ruin a weapon draw, shifting muscle density to ruin balance, or swapping eyesight to blind an incoming striker.

For you and Chuuya, however, the ability calculated something entirely different. Chuuya was biologically male, and you were biologically female. When the surging azure light scanned the two of you and registered your starkest biological disparity, it locked squarely onto your reproductive anatomy.

A bizarre, electric jolt snapped through the center of your core. A wave of dizzying heat rushed downward in an instant, rearranging nerve endings, physical weight, and anatomy in a breathless, surreal flash. It didn't tear or burn, but the sudden, alien shift in your lower body was impossible to mistake, you had a dick.

Chuuya went to lower his hand, his signature swagger completely deserted him. He froze dead in his tracks. His gloved hand instinctively twitched downward toward his belt, his posture going rigid as his brain frantically tried to process the abrupt, dizzying void and the completely foreign anatomy that now occupied his body. A dark, furious crimson flush rushed straight up past the black choker at his throat, flooding his face all the way to the tips of his ears under the brim of his fedora.

Chuuya slowly turned toward you, his bright blue eyes wide with pure disbelief, shock, and mortified panic. "What the hell..." Chuuya choked out, his voice wavering slightly as his hand hovered anxiously over his waistline before snapping his gaze directly to yours. "Hey...tell me you felt that too...What the fuck did that bastard just do to us?!"

Before you could even answer, the screeching tires of black sedans announced the arrival of the Port Mafia clean-up crew stepping onto the docks. Chuuya's head whipped toward the approaching men, sheer panic and mortification taking over.

​"Hey! You idiots!" Chuuya barked loudly at the startled grunts, gesturing aggressively toward the pinned, wheezing enemy. "Get a medic on that piece of shit right now! Do not let him die! Keep him breathing, tie him down, and haul his ass straight to the interrogation cells, you hear me?!"

​As the intimidated subordinates scrambled into motion, Chuuya yanked the brim of his hat low over his burning face, roughly grabbing your sleeve to pull you away from prying ears. "Not a single fucking word," he hissed urgently under his breath, his face still blazing red as he dragged you toward his car. "Keep your mouth shut, act like nothing happened, and don't you dare say a damn thing about this until we are completely alone."