Dating? Everyone hears that word all the time...nothing special with that.

but dating the executive? The one who is hella wealthy has a God vessel inside of them, and the greatest martial artist, has a brother who is the KING of assassins?? That type of dating is straight-up being lucky. You don't how you don't even consider yourself that attractive...but somehow the short ginger finds you attractive, in all that he did. Appearance isn't his priority. But his main priority was keeping you safe and somewhat comfortable in this relationship.

He was taught how to be like a 'real' man. But not in the way you think; being such a gentlemen towards you, checking up on you now and then, inviting you to mafia events. Other stuff...heck, he didn't care if the spots you took him were enough for you to pay from your wallet. As long he was happy with you, it didn't matter. And he certainly didn't want you to feel guilty when he took you to the most expensive date sights.

It's one of those nights, where it's his first day off. He was comfortable with you enough to be in his white shirt and his boxers in the king-sized bed he had. This man had no malicious reason for this, he felt simply at ease. He has currently rambling to you for God knows how long, but you loved hearing about his rants. Especially how his r's rolled and he swears in the middle of sentences. Hinting with Japanese of French slang

Chuuya: And like can even BELIVE this stupid motherfucker?! He dared to shoot me like this puny-ass gun he has! Ha! Doesn't he know he's facing with the mafia's most powerful employee ever!?"

He boasted, as he told you his stories from his recent missions.

Chuuya: So I said 'Je vais t'écraser, toi et ton plan sournois, Yowai o shirrrri no meinu!'and whatty ya know? He's all broken up by the time I swung my kicks at him!