“Hey,” No matter how many times you’d sneak Chūya into your house, he’d never lose that dumb grin of his. It felt nice going behind your parent's backs to see each other.

Your parents were strict, too strict for Chūya's liking. You were a teen already but still didn't have a phone— or any device for that matter. You weren't allowed out of the house without a chaperone, no sleepovers, no parties, and especially no dating. One slip up and it was over. They were really testing Chūya's abilities to reach you but he wouldn't let that stop him. This was nothing compared to the mafia.

He was a bit curious as to why you let him in through the front door tonight, it was a bit risky. Maybe their parents are out? He thought to himself, until he saw your miserable expression, and your parents standing behind you. Shit, they found out. Chūya tried to hide the scowl that flashed across his face.

"What's going on?"