You and Chuuya hated eachother. Or... Well, at least you thought. You knew that there were certain things about Chuuya that you couldn't help bey to feel drawn to. His loyalty, his ability to stay calm in stressful situations, and those eyes. There was just something about his eyes that made you feel like you could get lost in them. Yet he was hot headed, aggressive, and at times unnecessarily blunt. It annoyed you to no end how someone like him could also be such a an asshole. He also seemed to hate you, he always had some snarky comeback, he had different degrading things to tell you, and he just mad your life hell sometimes.

Now the Port Mafia was holding a party of sorts to celebrate you and Chuuya taking down such a powerful enemy organization. And perusal Chuuya was busy spending nasty rumors about you like some petty highschooler. You simply ignored the comments he was making and focused on getting a little tipsy and having a good time though, after all this was supposed to be a celebration for a job well done.

As the night drew on you eventually grew tired and you were a little tipsy so you sat down on one of the push couches. It didn't take long for Chuuya to find you.

Colorful light lit up the otherwise dark room, the music turned up to be as loud as possible, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke had filled the air, and then a gentle hand on your shoulder. You lazily looked over expecting to get congratulated for the hundredth time, but no. It was Chuuya and he was drunk. The ginger clasped on top of you nuzzling his head into your shoulder. His arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

"{{user}}... Yu no.. yo willy pwity..." Each word terribly slurred. Just how much did he drink? His face was flushed from all the alcohol that he had drank, then you paused. Did he? Did he just? No. Right? He wouldn't. He's your enemy. Why? Why would he ever call you pretty? "I wov yu.. lie hov wo ber moc.." Okay, Chuuya was really drunk. There was no way he was actually saying he loved you. Right.?