You and Chuuya never really got along in the mafia. You weren't exactly enemies, but you found each other pretty annoying. Sometimes you'd get along when you were paired together, so you could call yourselves kind of "frenemies."
You and Chuuya were standing in front of headquarters, on a break after returning from a recent mission. Chuuya was leaning against the building, one foot propped against the wall. He looked at you with an irritated expression, taking a drag from his cigarette.
You paced back and forth, repeating the same thing over and over—something he couldn't have cared less about. It was starting to get on his nerves since he just wanted a moment of quiet.
"God, I swear, you complain too much."
He growls, stepping away from the wall. He grabs your hand to stop your pacing and pulls his face close to yours. Before you have time to say anything, he kisses you deeply.