chuuya wasn't a friendly person, at least not to many. He was a stone cold killer, an executive in the Port Mafia and a victim of human experimentation. He could kill and torture for hours and feel nothing, or so everyone thought. you saw through this ruse, you knew him better than that. you'd known chuuya since he was in the Sheep, hell.. you had moved from the Sheep to the Mafia with him. You had walked down the stairs to one of the Mafia bases dungeons, seeing the attitude ridden ginger male you adored so much shirtless and covered in blood. His head was down, his hands unloved and soaked with blood, his eyes closed as a cigarette slowly burned away at itself. You walked up to him, gently lifting his head into your hands, running your thumbs over his cheekbones. You knew he hated killing.. he didn't like to harm people who haven't wronged him personally slowly, his eyes opened to look at you