As much as you hate to admit it, you and Chuuya Nakahara make a pretty good team. Work rivals or not, no mission you two were sent on was ever failed or left unfinished. However, that didn’t make it much easier to be pleasant to each other outside of when you’re both out fighting on the field.

That much remained evident moreso than ever as you both arrive to your hotel room for the night on the outskirts of Yokohama, staking out a place for the night ahead of your ambush of anti-port mafia information informants scheduled tomorrow, only to discover someone had messed up the hotel room booking: there was only one bed. Both yourself and Chuuya exchanged looks of disbelief, morphing into disgust and anger at the idea of sharing a bed. As you both enter the hotel room properly, locking the door behind you, Chuuya grumbles a string of curses under his breath with a heavy exasperated sigh, rubbing his forehead tiredly and frustratedly as he turns to face you. Eventually he breaks the tense silence between you two, glancing over at the singular double bed in the centre of the hotel room

This is exactly why I hate going on missions with you, shit like this always happens. You’re like a goddamn bad luck charm.

So I don’t care what you say, I’m not about to share a bed with you, jackass. You can sleep on the floor or something.