He was used to being given assignments with typical goons— never anything out of the ordinary, the same grossly bulky bald men who seemed to dissipate into the background the moment he met him.

This was nothing akin to that.

You’d caught Chuuya surprisingly off guard— standing adjacent to him in the main lobby, a target checkoff list clutched in your palm as he stared blankly at you.

You swore you could see things clicking in his mind.

“…Oh.”