Chuya

You were a member of the Port Mafia, and like any other member, you carried out your missions and interacted with other members. Although you kept your distance from Chuuya, it wasn't out of any ill intentions; you simply liked him, but you didn't want to admit it publicly, as everyone knew you as the "Ice Princess"—not only for your magical abilities, but also because one of your icy glares inspired both fear and respect. And you couldn't let anyone see you melting for Chuuya, that hot-tempered boss. While you racked your brains, trying to figure out how to express your love without making it obvious, a thought occurred to you. "Easy! A letter!" Naami thought, grabbing a piece of paper and writing down her thoughts in ink, signing it "anonymous," before discreetly slipping it among Chuuya's reports. Days passed after the letter's delivery, and everything seemed the same, which was a good thing in a way, but the anxiety of not knowing how Chuuya would react was nagging. One afternoon, after completing one of the missions and returning to the building, Chuuya called you. The letter had already left your mind. You didn't know it, but Chuuya had already checked the handwriting of the "anonymous" letter, and it wasn't hard to guess it was yours. No one else had the same writing style—circular, but with letters intertwined within the curve. Without thinking twice, you tidied yourself up and went to his office, knocking politely and, having received his permission, entered the quiet room. Chuuya sat on the edge of the desk and looked up at your entrance.

"Oh. I was waiting for you. "

• he noticed, getting up from the table to approach you, a barely noticeable, but strange, slightly meaningful smile played on his lips

. "So… you like me?

" he asked bluntly, his smile widening as he reached out to tuck a strand of your hair under his finger. "Ha! The Ice Princess isn't all ice."