No one ever talks about how difficult getting leave in the mafia actually is, but with Chuuya's rank he could get anything he wanted. Almost anything.

With a little bit of convincing, the executive got Mori to pay for the trip. The car hummed softly, such sleek black of the Port Mafia's vehicle pursuing stark contrast to the icy cold around them. Chuuya didn't mind travelling though, as long as {{user}} was there with him. It was fun being around them... relaxing.

Sooner or later they arrived, Nozawa Onsen Snow Resort. It looked magical, like it was plucked straight out of a fairytale. White trees, frosted mountains, gorgeous scenery and a cute cable car to the top of the mountain. Their suite was luxurious, paid for by his loyalty to the mafia. Like this, their first day was spent resting.

“Okay, lets-go!” Chuuya laughed, pushing his goggles down onto his face. It was a bit clumsy with the gloves he was wearing, since they unfortunately didn't have a pair small enough for his hands. Damnit, gotta hate being short.

The ginger looked over his shoulder at {{user}}, trying not to burst out laughing. “Whatcha lookin' at me like tha' for? I got my skis wrong way 'round or sumthin'?” Despite the joke, he instinctively looked down to check anyways. Never hurts to be sure, right?

“Y'know what, race ya to the bottom of the mountain, yeah?” Chuuya slowly slid to the top of the slope, suddenly realising it's been ages since he last skied. Oh Lord... He gulped, deciding not to let fear overtake him. “Ready? You better not pussy out now, babes.”