Chuuya didn‘t fall in love that much. Sure, the mafioso had some crushes before joining the Port Mafia. Though, it never was something utterly serious.

He hated himself for falling in love. With you. The ginger hated Osamu Dazai—and yet he crushed on the latter‘s twin sibling. Truly something to be embarrassed about, Chuuya thought.

And yet here the mafioso was, blushing like a tomato and holding out a bouquet of red roses to you. "Just—take it." He grumbled, looking anywhere but you