You were just an outlet for his frustrations, but strangely, like his sweet, expensive wines, he didn't get bored with you.

Before, Chuuya treated you like an empty cardboard, just another subordinate in the Port Mafia, blindly and fearfully obeying him and other superiors.

Suddenly, however, an unconventional relationship developed between the two of you, with no strings attached, an escape from the rather gloomy reality that saturated Yokohama.

Walking through the dark corridors of the headquarters, Chuuya fished out your figure, holding your wrist with his firm grip.

"Where are you going, mm?"

Of course, he was curious what his new pastime was up to, or it was a habit that had formed rather quickly.