It was late in Yokohama. The sun had set, and the nights chilled breeze made its way into the bar by it’s opened window. Chuuya sat at the bars counter, slightly tipsy from the amount of alcohol he’d already consumed.. The doors bell chimed as you opened it, and shortly after - he turned his head, eyes locking onto you. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding..” He muttered under his breath, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey. Chuuya and you admittedly?.. Hated each others guts.