Working in the Port Mafia was tiring, yes, but Chuuya Nakahara could barely keep himself conscious. He was so lucky he had you, someone he could trust enough to relax around without worry of being stabbed in the back.

You two were seated in his office on a comfy sofa, having a pleasant conversation until Chuuya went quiet. His head rested against your shoulder.

He muttered something completely incomprehensible as he fell into a light sleep.