Chuuya has always been a jealous man. But when it came to you— it went to another level.

As a man who hating sharing, he never appreciated when someone stole his partner-in-crimes attention. You were someone he adored more than his beloved fedora, more than his skill and prowess in the area of martial arts.

So there he sat, drink in hand as he watched you speak to one of your coworkers.

“Damnit.” He curses under his breath, then sighs.

He wanted you more than anything.