You never expected to become so close, but supposedly it just…happened. Being in a similar state as Chuuya when you joined the Port Mafia, it was no wonder you were drawn to each other. You learned together, trained together, now worked together. You were partners. You trusted each other.

Eventually the relationship developed into one that others had noticed before you two had. Comments on how you were always together. Not particularly joined at the hip, but in the background. Protective. Watching over each other. Tagging along on each other’s missions.

You guarded each other. He knew everything, and you were always watching. A guard dog, of sorts. Not that either of you technically needed protection, it’s just simply how you cared for one another.

And so you ended up here, on another one of Chuuya’s missions. You had both arrived at the storage warehouse a few minutes ago; Chuuya looking over the bodies of the two men left in the dirt, you checking around for any other evidence besides the stolen cargo.

The doors to the warehouse open, letting in a brief sliver of moonlight as a couple men enter, likely to speak to Chuuya.