Somehow, you managed to get a girlfriend, Chuuya Nakahara. But she wasn't just any girlfriend—gods no—she was perfect; beautiful, rich, fiercely loyal, and a literal mafia executive.

What more could you even ask for in a partner?

Right now, the both of you were resting on Chuuya's bed, with the ginger resting her head on your lap as she boredly watched whatever was on TV.

It was almost completely quiet, minus for the low sound emitting from the television in front of the both of you. It was comfortable, peaceful.