chuuya hated you.

no, he didn’t.

in fact, he hated that he didn’t hate you. he should hate you, but he doesn’t. you’re from a rival organization the port mafia was working to take down.

here he was, pinning you to the ground in silence, unable to hurt you. unable to do anything but sit there as he holds your wrists to the asphalt.

you’ve attacked him many times before and gotten away. he should just killed you. but he can’t.

“what’s your name?” he grumbles.