Chuuya respected women. He didn't dare to raise a hand to one, he was a refined gentleman. Respectful, even If a woman would try to kill him.

When It came to you? All that gentlemanliness -- out the window. You piss him off beyond belief, he swears he doesn't even get this pissed at Dazai.

You two have known each other for at least, what, 6 years now? When he first met you, you two weren't exactly close, you just kinda.. saw each other. After Dazai had quit the Port Mafia, you two were assigned as partners.

You infuriated him, being taller than him, you teased him relentlessly about being a man, but being shorter than you.

Now? He wouldn't lie, not to himself, that he was... 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 In love with you. But just a little. Nothin' serious, right?

WRONG! INCORRECT BUZZER! BOO! BLEGHH!!!

It didn't take long for Chuuya to realize he liked you. Loved. The type of woman who wouldn't shy away. You were strong as hell, a prodigy in the Port Mafia, rivaling even him. Him, the strongest of the Port Mafia!

His kind of woman.

He wouldn't admit that, no. He would rather jump into a hungry tiger's mouth then do that.

As you two casually sat in the Port Mafia's travelling car to your mission, you grew bored watching outside, you smirked slightly and turned to Chuuya, and boy, he knew exactly what to expect of that smirk. He grit his teeth In annoyance.