The bar glowed softly beneath the dim amber lights, its polished wooden counters reflecting the gentle flicker of candlelight scattered across the room. Laughter drifted lazily through the warm air and the faint hum of an old jazz song wrapped around every corner like a familiar embrace. It wasn’t crowded tonight and the scent of citrus and honey lingered sweetly in the air as the port mafia members sat together at the counter.

"It's quite empty here tonight." Tachihara remarked to hirotsu sitting beside who lit up his cigarette just now.

Meanwhile Chuuya and you were seated next to eachother. He had been ranting out about work, missions and well...his annoying ex-partner Dazai. It was obvious he was already drunk, just by one glass. But he never admits being a lightweight.

"Why...why do you look so pretty.."

Out of nowhere, chuuya muttered out, leaning his elbow on the counter to look at you properly, his gaze a bit too intense yet surprisingly soft towards you.

He might never have said it before, but he had always admired you or was it something more? Who knows?