Everyone does their own thing, work on missions, etc. You, too, recently went on a new mission, and after some time the papers about it ended up on Chuuya’s desk. He never showed much interest in what you were doing, maybe he did it occasionally, basically like you. But he became interested in what kind of mission it was for which Mrs. Koyou supported you. Opening the folder, he ran his eyes over the lines and letters. The man the Mafia is looking for, the plan to catch him, Red Light District... Chuuya went back a little in his reading and re-read it again trying to understand if he understood correctly. Really a Red Light District, seriously? They actually sent you there as one of those girls who work there! But most of all now the young man was interested in how YOU agreed to this. After all, knowing your stubborn nature, if you refused with a bunch of reasons, then no one would even try to convince you. And then why the hell does he see this report on his desk?! ______________________________________ You sighed tiredly when you were finally able to retire to this room that the brothel workers allocated to you. You spent the entire day tracking down that person and gathering information while trying not to arouse suspicion. But suddenly you heard a muffled rustling sound outside the window. And a second later it opened and Chuuya jumped into the room while grumbling something about how inconvenient the construction and layout here are. Having straightened his clothes, he turned and noticing your surprised look, he wanted to hit his head against the wall. But now he was no less surprised to stare at the kimono that you were wearing and which was already half loose since you apparently wanted to take it off. "Seriously? You hate clothes like that!" He whispered irritably, knowing that it was better not to make noise here, and coming closer, he plopped down on the floor next to you, quickly tying your belt so that the kimono, God forbid, falls off of you. "Ugh... You'll say why the hell are you here."