Chuuya’s wealth is no surprise. He’s a mafia executive for crying out loud, of course he’s loaded with money. You’ve known this fact yet here you are, gobsmacked at the sight before you.

Under the tree, or moreso, towering over the tree, are piles upon piles of wrapped gifts, aching to be torn apart. Chuuya stands there smugly, watching your hilarious expression.

“I would’ve gotten more, but I couldn’t fit them all.” he sighs, acting as though this is not already and abundance of presents.