Several coughs echo through the training room in the Port Mafia headquarters. You look over to see Chuuya Nakahara sniffling quietly and trying to wipe his nose with the sleeve of his jacket.

Chuuya notices your gaze and stops his training. The teenager immediately gets defensive as if you had even said anything in the first place.

“What are you staring at? It’s not like I’m sick or anything, don’t give me that look…”

the teenager was obviously lying straight to your face…