You and Chuuya were Friends. Well, Freinds with benefits, per se. You two were close, that’s all that needed to be said. You two knew each other like the hallways of the port mafia.

You lived with Chuuya in his apartment. Yes, you could just sleep in the ADA’s provided apartments, but who would do that when there was a perfect apartment being used by a port mafia executive? No one. So, there you were, sharing a bed with Chuuya Nakahara, someone who you swore you hated. Yet, even under all of the hatred, you still needed comfort more than anything.

You woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. You slowly retracted from the warm and welcoming bed and walked to the bathroom. You shut the door, sitting down on the floor and staring ahead.