It was just one of those days. You had called off work in the Port Mafia, and were sitting on your bed, tangled in sheets with a large hoodie to hide your chest. Suddenly, three loud knocks sound from your door, followed by it swinging open and Chuuya barging in. The executive had been good friends with you for some time. He crosses his arms, raising a brow at you and speaking irritatedly We’re supposed to be on a mission. What’s goin’ on?