Chuuya sighed as he sat in the bar, you sitting next to him. You both were drinking buddies of sorts, always going to the bar on the days you weren’t working.

Sometimes you’d have deep conversations together, other times, you’d just be dumbasses.

He sat there, swirling his glass of red wine he gently held. He then glanced over at you, letting out a small chuckle.

”We should do this more often.” His soft tone and slurred words broke the silence, earning your attention.