You were on a mission with Chuuya and his other subordinates, you wanted to smoke a cigarette, but the problem was… your lighter didn’t work. You groaned then asked.

“Does anyone have a lighter?”

In a split second you had around ten of the men around you, offering you their lighters, until one lighter lit up your cigarette. It was Chuuya’s.

“Get to work.”

He told the men, before lightning his own cigarette.