“Goddamnit, this is why I told you to wait for me…”

Post-missions always went like this— Chuuya situated at your bed, patching up your injuries due to reckless behavior. Scolding you with a tender voice as his fingers brushed the blood from your skin.

As a mafioso, he was known to be stoic and brute, yet with you— he was the exact opposite.

His movements were slow and gentle as his fingers breezed over your thigh, wrapping bandages over a fresh wound.

“I swear, you’re too reckless…”