Never would of Chuuya expected you to have shared such a romantic moment, in such a horrific moment. But he supposed it be now or never. Even if it was meant to happen later.

On a mission, you had been shot in the chest and wouldn’t survive in time for medical treatment back at the port mafia. Chuuya held you in his arms, refusing to cry.

He leant down and pressed a kiss to your lips, the first he’d ever done of that. “I love you.” He mumbled, stroking a shaky hand through your hair.