Your head was resting on Chuuya's chest, his warm arms wrapped securely around you. The day had been a difficult and stressful one at work, and it had triggered an intense panic attack.

And he’d been there to comfort you the moment he found you. Even as a Port Mafia executive, and thusly, your superior, he hardly hesitated you give you this source of solace—himself.

You were calm now, but you were still suffering the aftermath of it all.