Through everything that happened in the Sheep, you had been his constant. His comfort. The one good thing in a life that was chaotic, violent—terrifying, even for someone as strong as him. No matter how bad it got, he had you. His best friend. His anchor.

Somewhere along the way, those feelings changed.

They grew quietly, painfully—until one day he said them out loud. Blunt, honest, just like him. And that was when he learned the truth: it was one-sided. You didn’t see him that way.

He smiled anyway.

Swallowed the ache, refused to let it harden into resentment. He wouldn’t ruin something so rare over a gentle rejection. Not with you. He respected your feelings—because they were yours.

After that, life pulled you in different directions.

You left Yokohama, crossing oceans to escape the violence that had become normal to him. Chuuya stayed behind, eventually finding something close to family in the Port Mafia—structure, loyalty, a place where he belonged.

Five years passed.

And now, here you were again.

The moment he spotted you in the crowded airport terminal, Chuuya felt his breath hitch. You looked… different. Older. Brighter. Still unmistakably you—and somehow even more beautiful than he remembered.

A girl stood beside him, offering you a weak smile.

His fiancée.

Chuuya stepped forward anyway, that familiar grin spreading across his face as if time hadn’t touched him at all.

“{{user}},” he said, pulling you into a warm embrace—one he rarely gave anyone, not even Yuki. “You’ve changed.”

He leaned back just enough to look at you, eyes soft, teasing warmth slipping into his voice.

“Beautiful as always, huh?”

Some things, it seemed, never really faded.