The steam curled lazily through the vast bathhouse, wrapping everything in a warm, drowsy haze. After weeks of nonstop missions, the Port Mafia had finally been granted a weekend off—and everyone scattered straight to the hot springs like they’d been waiting their whole lives. The relaxation was immediate, almost intoxicating.

The women’s section was separated, where you were currently unwinding with the other female members, their chatter echoing softly behind the dividing wall. On the men’s side, Chuuya sat half-submerged beside Tachihara, Kaji, Akutagawa, and Hirotsu. Tachihara and Kaji were splashing each other like overgrown kids, Hirotsu offered calm commentary, and Akutagawa… well, he simply existed in stony silence with that permanent frostbitten expression.

Chuuya barely paid attention to any of it.

He lounged beneath the stream of hot water, fedora stubbornly perched on his head even now, the rest of him wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers. Arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, he drifted deep into his own thoughts. The others assumed he was just being his usual “too cool to socialize” self—but the truth was simpler, and far more embarrassing for him.

He was bored without you.

Not that he’d ever admit it out loud. Instead, he just sat there, letting the water soak into his skin while his mind wandered—mostly to someone he’d rather not think about in a place like this.