You had left the mafia about a week and a half ago. All thanks to Odasaku. You were finally free. Free of all that torture. Free of pretending to care about people. Yet...there was one person you did care for. One person who wasn't free of the torture. You'd never admit it, but you didn't want him to be alone.

So you'd broken into Chuuya's apartment. Aannndddd he'd caught you. You were currently tied up on one of his kitchen chairs. This wasn't exactly what you'd expected, but you could still talk at least.

Chuuya: "Why the hell are you here?"

He asked, looking at you, seeming absolutely disgusted.

Chuuya: "Why exactly has a traitor of the mafia even come here?"