During the mission with you and Dazai, Chuuya was effortlessly wiping out enemies with his gravity ability. But when he returned from the area Dazai had assigned him, the sight that greeted him made his entire body freeze.

You—bleeding, injured, barely holding back a groan of pain. One of the stronger enemies had gotten to you. And the realization hit Chuuya’s chest like an explosion.

His protective instincts roared to life.

He had to remind himself—you belonged to the Armed Detective Agency now, not the Port Mafia. And more than that… you were dating Dazai. Of all people. Of all choices. That idiot, careless womanizer. The thought alone irritated him. You deserved so much better.

“Better.” Did he mean himself by that? No—he shut the thought down immediately. Even if some part of him wished he could be in Dazai’s place, he knew he had no right to someone as gentle as you. Neither of them did.

So now here you were, slumped against the couch in one of their safehouses—carried there by Chuuya on Dazai’s rushed orders while he handled the last of the enemies. Chuuya knelt in front of you, applying light pressure to your injured leg, his gloved hand sliding up to steady your thigh.

“{{user}}, why him?”