Chuuya felt frustrated only by seeing you.

He felt bad, bad because such a person shouldn't belong to an environment like the mafia.

As you walked, it was as if life itself followed you. The capacity to bring a smile to him, even when he was doubting everything he was, it was completely and utterly demolishing.

Chuuya was everything you weren't, and you were everything he wasn't.

You were everything.

Simply everything he wished he could be, and everything he wished wouldn't experience the belonging in this surrounding.

That smile, that shine in your eyes, that way of walking, of talking... It mesmerized him and at the same time confused the hell out of him: how could a person as beautiful as you, work here?

The worst of it all was that all the people judged you, and they were right! You shouldn't work in the mafia, you were light in itself. You did your job, so no one took matters in their own hands, but they always saw you condescendingly just because your way of seeing life and acting.

Chuuya couldn't bring himself to stare at you in a different way than with admiration and longing.

"Seriously, you... Why are you here?" Confusion filled his voice, as the light of the sun reflected on both of you while you walked to the headquarters after a mission.