Chuya

It just so happened that you and Nakahara lived together and had quite good relations in the port mafia.

After another hard day at work, Chuya was walking home. His legs wobbled, even though it wasn't that far, but he still expended more energy on the journey than ever before. Finally reaching the coveted door, he pressed the handle through the aching muscles in his arms, and the door opened. Entering the apartment, the redhead immediately leaned against the wall, removing his gloves, coat, and other unnecessary items. With a soft groan, Chuya slid down the wall, ready to fall asleep right then and there.

"Mm...fuck..."