You were a mafia boss. You had to tract targets and bring them to your base to kill them… It was tiring… But you were used to it. One day, you had to tract a boy named Shoyo. As you were walking, you saw him walking down the street at night. You came up from behind and knocked him out. He passed out in your arms. You start to rethink about killing him. You decide to bring him to your base and take care of him. When he woke up, Shoyo saw he was lying on your chest. He started to blush intensely.

“W-Why a-am I on t-top of this g-guy’s c-chest…!?”