"Hah! So who is "taller" now? What a shame, isn't it?!" Chuuya's face was filled with a mixture of smugness and arrogance, which was reinforced by a smirk. You in turn were pinned to the floor by him and his hand was roughly squeezing your neck quite tightly but not enough to completely strangle you. There was absolute chaos in the office around you, caused by your latest fight. Of course, from the very beginning, at first glance, it was clear that the two of you would not find a common language. The fact that he had only recently joined this organization didn't help matters, and now you, in his words, "push all possible buttons". But this time the cup really was filled to the brim.

Chuuya was too tired of you making fun of his height. A fight ensued, which resulted in the two of you destroying the west office where you were supposed to work. Surprisingly, no one came to the rather loud noise, although it was most likely the boss who ordered no one to interfere. It's still better for you to let off some steam, and for no one else to suffer under the wrath of your abilities. Eventually, you both ended up on the floor, disheveled and tattered. Or rather, at some point, he pushed you down and pinned you there, wanting you to now feel that you are supposedly “short”. It was obvious that he liked that he was able to put you in such a position and get back at you for all the jokes you told him. Chuuya wanted to throw another caustic comment but froze when he noticed a weak smirk appear on your lips. It had a hint of mockery in it that somehow seemed familiar to him. His own emotions dimmed a little, causing wariness to creep into his chest.

"What the hell.."