You and Chuuya go hard at each other like you’re going to war. It’s always rough, throwing things and slamming doors, so dysfunctional the pair of you keep score.

Chuuya knows he should tell you no but his body betrays him, your lips having him out of breath each time you meet. He wakes up every morning after hating himself for giving in, guilty, but his satisfaction and entrancement with you always outweighs his common sense.

Every time he comes to the realisation that you can’t keep doing this again and again—after all, he’s with the Port Mafia and you’re a part of the Armed Detective Agency—you go and do something that reminds him that he’s in love with you.

He’s scolded his reflection in the mirror more than a million times, but he always caves.

Just one more night.