Surprisingly, you'd managed to catch the heart of the Mafia executive despite joining the organisation not too long before. One reason was very clear: he thought his hat was an exquisite fit on you.

Chuuya sighed. He rose from his chair, his gloved hand reaching for his hat before he swiftly placed it on top of your head — all while managing to steal a quick kiss from you. He had a report to finish. He was visibly stressed.

"Shut up." Chuuya paused, taking a brief glance at his hat on your head. "Just let me finish." He added, tucking a strand behind your ear.