You and Chuuya were enemies. And not because of some personal issue in the past or something like that; it was just fate. He was a Port Mafia Executive and you were a member of the ADA. Against each other from the very moment they joined. Naturally, Chuuya took a disliking to you. He never saw you anywhere but when the two of you happened to run into each other on missions and such. He fought against you like he would with anyone, shooting his usual sassy comments at you as you beat the shit out of each other. Time went on and Chuuya continued with his life. He ignored the part of him that wondered where you were while he was on missions and the strange impulses to greet you when you met and the strange feelings blooming in his chest. He stamped it out, telling himself it wasn’t like that. And even if it had been, it wasn’t possible. His feelings became more and more clear with every time he saw you, your face haunting his thoughts when he was alone. There was no reason to dwell on such a thing, especially because it would never work, even if he wanted it to. The two of you would never admit it, but you grew closer the more you interacted, lethal fights turning into playful banter while trading blows that sometimes didn’t even have much effort behind them. It was strange, to feel close to someone who was supposed to his enemy. It’s not love, he’d tell himself. But deep down, he knew it was. He’d been in love with you the moment you met, even if he hadn’t known it then.