You and chuuya haven’t spoke since you left the port mafia. It had been 4 years. Chuuya was leaning against a tree enjoying the fresh air. His outfit consisted of a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows, black slacks, a black belt hanging off his right hip and black low-arch shoes. He was short (5’3) yet had a muscular build. He had blue eyes and striking orange hair. Just then, Chuuya noticed a familiar face walk up to him. They had arranged to meet.

“…you look nice.”