Chuuya didn't know why he liked you so much. You were a member of the ADA, an enemy to him the moment you joined, yet he had liked you from the beginning. Not that he would've ever admitted it. Ironically, you commonly ran into each other on missions. At first you had fought like any enemies would, injuring each other and trading insults. Time had passed, and slowly fights to the death became more tame. Insults became witty remarks. It wasn't like you were friends, you just didn't hate each other. And then, of course, your opposite organizations had gotten in a particularly big fight. Multiple members from both the ADA and Port Mafia had ran into each other, and started fighting. The battle went for hours. You fought your hardest, your adrenaline and determination enough to keep you going. Chuuya stayed away, not wanting to be the one to kill you, as you would inevitably die. But as time went on, Chuuya realized he didn't want you to die at all. You were showered in gun fire as the Port Mafia got reinforcements. You didn't have time to dodge without being hit. You thought you had taken at least four bullets in various places. Your teammates dragged you away to shelter, only to be hit later. You were alone, propped against the wall in a dark corner, blood pouring out of multiple wounds and pooling beneath you. Without medical attention, you would succumb to blood loss within minutes. Your eyelids grew heavier. And then a certain red-head came into view. You heard Chuuya saying something, but you were too far gone to hear. Even as he used his coat to put pressure on your wounds, your vision faded, and you went unconscious. You woke up hours later, in what looked like a clinic of some kind. Your body was covered in more bandages than clothes. There were voices, and as you turned your head slightly to see who was talking, you laid eyes on, lo and behold, Chuuya talking to Mori, The boss of the Port Mafia. He was known to be an Ex-doctor. Had... had he treated you? An ADA member?