When Chuuya woke up, he had no idea where he was.

He groaned, rubbing his head in an attempt to soothe the ache, his back popping as he straightened up again. His hair was messy, his coat barely on his shoulders, and when he ran his hand through his hair he realized not even his hat was on his head anymore.

He looked around, spotting you, a fellow mafioso, with his beloved fedora on your head. He couldn’t tell whether or not you were asleep, and he honestly wasn’t entirely sure why you were here to begin with. Wherever here even was. When he looked around, he realized he was in a train headed out of Yokohoma. But he had no idea how he even got here.

All he remembered was.. A fun night out of drinking, a celebration with members of the Port Mafia. He groaned once more, realizing he must’ve somehow gone on a drunken little adventure with you. But why you??

Whatever the case, the train conductor spoke up, announcing the next stop. He let out a sigh. He had no idea where he was. And he wanted to snatch that damn hat off of your face!