You and Chuuya had been friends since you could remember. You both grew up on the streets, yet got recruited into the Port Mafia at 15 and haven’t left since.

Chuuya hadn’t realized his ever-growing feelings for the other executive (you), until he found himself leaned over his sink, coughing up flower petals.

“What the fuck.?” he cursed under his breath, wiping his mouth. He tried to be quiet as he knew you were in the other room.