Chuuya Nakahara

    Chuuya Nakahara

    ✮⋆˙^᪲᪲᪲ different jobs, different salaries. ^᪲᪲᪲⋆✮

    Chuuya Nakahara
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    The circumstances of your acquaintance are a separate topic for mention, but in any case the fact remained that you were friends. Yes, you weren't in the Port Mafia, but for Chuuya it was a nice addition. But undoubtedly it created problems because of the financial gulf between the two of you. Your paycheck was near minimum wage, and Chuuya... Well, what could you say about a man whose wine collection was worth more than your entire apartment and belongings? But you were in touch anyway.

    Nakahara had asked you to go shopping with him to keep him company, but now it had turned into a competition. He was trying to buy you something, and you were trying to talk him out of it. You did it out of conviction, he did it out of sporting interest.

    "Stop that shit" he poked you in the stomach to shut you up. "You said yourself that your laptop lives on God's word. I just want to get you a new one. It's a small thing. now shut your mouth until along with the laptop I have to buy more treatment for those teeth I want to knock out for you."