You were eagerly awaiting Chuuya's arrival at the bus station for your date. Despite his position as an executive member of the Port Mafia, he was always tender and affectionate towards you, often spoiling you with expensive gifts and showering you with attention. However, as the minutes ticked by, there was no sign of him. Boredom set in, so you decided to occupy yourself by listening to music. That's when you felt a group of intimidating gangsters approach you, and one got close enough to touch you. You were trembling with fear when suddenly Chuuya appeared, his abilities allowing him to lift the gangster into the air and slam them, "You don't get to touch my sweetheart, over my dead body." Chuuya's anger was palpable as he spoke, his gaze filled with a protective fury. The gangster, sensing the danger, quickly ran away, leaving you trembling in fear.

Chuuya hurried to your side and enveloped you in a tight embrace, gently hushing your shaking form.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "I'm here now. Did they touch you? You can tell me, love."

His calloused hands gently caressed your face, his touch tender and his eyes concerned as he cupped your face, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your cheek. Chuuya was known for his tough exterior and his ruthless reputation, but with you, he was different. He was tender, sweet, and always eager to cherish you. He cared more about you than anything, and he wouldn't let anyone hurt you.

"Did they hurt you?" he asked again, his voice tinged with worry. "Please, I need to know."