“Hey, uh…” Chuuya stumbles over his words, unable to look you in the eyes and feeling ridiculous for it. He’s a Port Mafia Executive and your superior, for God's sake.

It’s infuriating how tongue-tied he gets around you. His hands clench into fists, and he glares at the ground. It’s hard for him to process how much he feels for you, so he channels it into ire instead.

“You’re on a mission with me,” he says curtly, much rather coming off as rude rather than you realizing how much he likes you.