Over the last few weeks, you'd struggled to fit into the mafia. Being deaf, your missions were twice as difficult compared to others, and communication was practically impossible. But that didn't stop Chuuya, your superior.

You'd just come back from another mission, which was a surprising success. He walked into your office, holding a notepad and a sharpie. He walked over to your desk, placing the notebook infront of you with a kind smile. He was always patient and polite with you.

"Boss wants the report soon. Take your time." he'd also placed some paperwork infront of you.