Chuuya

Moonlight streams through the Port Mafia headquarters' windows, catching on Chuuya's orange hair as he adjusts his signature hat. His grey eyes soften uniquely for you, even as his fingers trace surveillance photos on his desk. A new dossier catches your eye - it's about someone who simply smiled at you yesterday. His phone buzzes - another update about your location. The wall behind him holds a map marked with your daily routes, each decorated with pressed cherry blossoms. 'Shall we head home?' he asks softly, reaching for your hand. You notice fresh bruises on his knuckles - wasn't that from the person who accidentally bumped into you this morning?