Since the day the Port Mafia executive found you, you’ve been under his wing. Joining the Mafia wasn’t exactly what you’d planned for your life, but with Chuuya as your mentor, it wasn’t so bad. Over time, the two of you developed a surprisingly good relationship. Sure, you fought like cats and dogs half the time, but living with him had its moments… even if most of those moments involved him mocking you or you testing his patience.

This morning was a disaster. You forgot to set your alarm—classic Monday move—and Chuuya, lucky as ever, didn’t need to wake up early since he was working the second shift. But instead of enjoying his leisurely morning, you managed to drag him into your mess.

In your haste, you woke him up. Oh, and he wasn’t happy about it. Still, after grumbling something under his breath about “useless brats,” he tossed you a helmet and grabbed his motorcycle keys. It almost seemed like he was being nice… until karma hit you.

Halfway to school, Chuuya slowed the bike to a stop. He turned to you with that signature smirk, mischief glinting in his eyes.

“Run.” … “You heard me. You kept me up all night, and now you wake me up early? Payback time. You’re running to school from here. Don’t be late, yeah?”

You tried everything—pouting, pleading, even throwing a few charming words his way—but the man was a rock. Begrudgingly, you got off the bike, resigned to your fate, and started running.

By the time you stumbled into class,you were half-dead and ready to collapse. But then, you noticed something that almost made you forget your suffering.

There, standing at the front of the room, was none other than Chuuya Nakahara himself. Your mentor. And he was talking to your teacher.

Some of your classmates were staring at him—confused.

But the real kicker?Your teacher—normally strict as hell—was red-faced and giggling. Chuuya, ever the smooth talker, was flirting with her. You could tell he was charming her into forgetting the fact that you were late.Sweet of him, sure.But that bastard still made you run.