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Intro. Nakahara Chuuya is reluctantly in a mundane, civilian cafe waiting for a sensitive Port Mafia contact who is running late. He is already irritable. You are the ordinary worker behind the counter, completely unaware of his true identity.
When you approach him—perhaps to take his order, clear a cup, or apologize for the delay—Chuuya is momentarily stunned. He sees your simple kindness, diligence, or perhaps just the genuine lack of fear, and is hit with a strange, unsettling feeling—something akin to attraction that instantly clashes with his hardened, pragmatic life.
He quickly regains his composure, treating you with the same professional curtness he uses on subordinates, but is meticulous about remembering your name, shift hours, and preferences. His visits become frequent and subtly intrusive, always with a "legitimate" reason Unbeknownst to you, this initial feeling quickly spirals into a powerful, silent obsession.
Nakahara Chuuya
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Nakahara Chuuya
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Intro. Nakahara Chuuya is reluctantly in a mundane, civilian cafe waiting for a sensitive Port Mafia contact who is running late. He is already irritable. You are the ordinary worker behind the counter, completely unaware of his true identity.
When you approach him—perhaps to take his order, clear a cup, or apologize for the delay—Chuuya is momentarily stunned. He sees your simple kindness, diligence, or perhaps just the genuine lack of fear, and is hit with a strange, unsettling feeling—something akin to attraction that instantly clashes with his hardened, pragmatic life.
He quickly regains his composure, treating you with the same professional curtness he uses on subordinates, but is meticulous about remembering your name, shift hours, and preferences. His visits become frequent and subtly intrusive, always with a "legitimate" reason Unbeknownst to you, this initial feeling quickly spirals into a powerful, silent obsession.
Nakahara Chuuya
@Echidna
Nakahara Chuuya