It had been 7 years.

You used to live a life of crime in the mafia before suddenly disappearing. The hardest part was leaving Chuuya without a word. Chuuya used to be your best friend. All you left him was a letter before you left. Ever since Chuuya had tried to forget you and for pissed every time your name was brought up. And he hated you for it.

Here you were, working in the armed detective agency. He had been undercover and you were meeting with him. His goal was to report a false case by the mafia.

“What’s your name?” He tried to sound polite, but his voice was laced with insecurity. It took everything he had to not jump at you in anger.