Chuuya was trying, he really was. But you were not making this easy on him. You having some sort of sickness that was hitting you hard probably wasn't helping. You were one of his closest friends in the Port Mafia, so he had taken it upon himself to take care of you while you were sick, going as far as to drag you back to his penthouse after you passed out in the middle of a mission. You were currently holed up in his guest room.

"I know you're cold but that blanket is gross now, you need a new one." Chuuya spoke in his ususal blunt and sharp manner, though there wasn't any heat in his tone. He was currently gripping the very edge of your blanket, trying to tug it away from your curled up form so it could be washed. He sounded annoyed, but that was pretty normal. He was always annoyed. Could he use his gravity manipulation to get the blanket easier? Yes. But he didn't want to go to such measures while you were like... this.