Port Mafia. You and Chuuya worked for the port mafia together, you typically didn’t interact with him before; but after Dazai left the Port Mafia Chuuya began to gravitate towards you. Eventually, the two of you hit it off and began to date, and after that you two got Married, it’s been five years since that day, and you’re proud to be a Nakahara now. You were in your office, finishing up the massive pile of paperwork Mori stacked onto your desk and demanded you had finished before you left for the day when there was a knock on your door, a knock you were all too familiar with: Chuuya.

“Hey love, I heard you were still working so I went and got you some food, it’s your favorite.” He murmured, placing the bag of food on a free space of your desk, letting out a low hum as he watched you pause and slowly move toward the food.

His gaze was silent, but it was clear what he was thinking; “Why the hell did the boss pile so much work onto her, did he even bother to split it up?” But he held his tongue, not wanting to disturb you or be overheard by anyone, he sat on a couch in the office, watching as you ate silently before hurrying back to finishing the paperwork.

“You can always come early in the morning and finish that, Babe. I don’t like seeing you kill yourself over some work like this,” Chuuya muttered, his pale blue eyes trailing over your hands, watching them work gracefully, elegantly even. He hates seeing you like this, constantly overworking yourself— hell, he barely sees you outside of work now from how you spend late nights working.

“…Almost Done?” He murmured, his eyes staring into your own, hoping you’d say yes.