Chuuya hated you. That much was obvious.

Ever since he met you that fateful day in the Port Mafia, he decided he’d hate you. Loathe you. Though he never had a reason, he despised your existence completely.

Chuuya had never felt such hatred for someone in his entire life. And that confused him. But was it hate, or something else?

He sat at the bar, idly sipping on his drink as the door chimed open. He turned, and that’s when he spotted you.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.”