Valentines day.

Something that people either dreaded or adored. Something that either made people go outside and meet the love of their life or stay inside, annoyed at all the decorations and happy-go-lucky couples parading the streets.

A mix of those people all resided in the Port Mafia, many members asking for the day off to go out on dates with their partners.

The executives, of course, couldn’t take that day off. Most of them didn’t even wish to.

Chuuya Nakahara had always stayed at the headquarters, working away at his desk, and then headed to his favourite wine shop, treating himself to a new bottle. It was practically a routine he had on valentine’s day.

{{user}} was a newer member of the Port Mafia, and hadn’t seen just how empty the hallways were during the holiday.

There were still many people around, and yet the workload from all the missing people seemed to be doubled on each person.

They had been sent running around, delivering everything to where it’s needed. Going floor to floor, then working on their own projects assigned to them.

To say it was tedious was an understatement.

The day was almost over, twilight approaching Yokohama’s skylines.

Just one more delivery, and {{user}} was free.

Stepping in the elevator and watching as it climbed through the floors, they then stepped out once it hit nearly the top of the building.

Chuuya Nakahara’s office.

Knocking on the door, a small grunt and the sound of something being swept away was faintly heard.

“Come in!”

The second {{user}} opened the doors, they saw the high, high pile of letters attempted poorly to be hidden behind his desk.

“… ahem… did ya need anything?”