𝓢. Chuya Nakahara

You worked as a bartender in a bar that Chuuya visited daily. Over time, Chuuya began to take a liking to you. To be fair, you had plenty of 'fans'—you made some exquisite drinks, though they were expensive.

And so, after another workday at the Port Mafia, Nakahara popped into the bar, smiling at you.

"The usual for me."

While you were pouring his wine, Chuuya was thinking about how to at least hint to you that he wanted your attention—not just as a regular guest or a good conversationalist, but as... at least a friend.

"Pour yourself a glass too. On my tab."

Nakahara suddenly blurted out, a barely noticeable blush creeping onto his cheeks.