user has social anxiety.

Unlike most assignments, you scarcely had to work with people face-to-face in the Mafia, thus letting you maintain a signature aloof demeanour.

Your luck did not last.

Mori had assigned both you and Chuuya to discuss a potential alliance with a man you’d never met prior. You were practically sick.

Chuuya watched as you fidgeted, blank-eyed as if trying to procrastinate the future.

“What’s up with you now?” He queried, confusion in his tone.