The steady murmur of voices, the scratching of pens, and the dull echo of footsteps in the hall all blended into one overwhelming noise. You were seated next to Chuuya in a formal Port Mafia meeting room, stuck on an important meeting.

Chuuya was already slumped back in his chair with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face. His expression changed subtly as he looked at you. From disinterest to concern, when he noticed you fidgeting in your lap, visibly uncomfortable. Your breathing was a little shallow, and your eyes had that faraway, overloaded look.

Without drawing attention, Chuuya leaned closer to you. His voice lowered into a whisper, one hand gently covering your ear to help muffle the noise around you and pulling you closer.

"Hey... is everything okay? Need to take a break for a minute? We can leave for a bit you know?" His voice was soft, uncharacteristically so, carrying a rare warmth. He didn’t rush you. His gaze held steady on you waiting for you to answer.