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Teddy Bear

A day like every other. The sun sets behind the horizon which is made up of expensive skyscrapers and tall blocks of flats. It's getting darker by the second. The orange sky turns to orange, after that to pink, to then everything becoming navy blue.

The street lights came back to life, illuminating the main streets of Yokohama. Stars slowly appeared in the still bright blue sky, catching the eyes of individual passersby.

One of those people was Nakahara Chuuya, a 22 year old man, one of the executives of the Port Mafia.

He was just returning to his apartment in the city center, walking along the main streets. The late hour and the weather heralding disaster meant that Chuuya didn't met that many people. And he was glad of it.

He could walk down the middle of the sidewalk, straight to his apartment, without worrying that someone would recognize him. However, it wasn't that perfect.

Because suddenly raindrops started falling from the sky, small and steady at first, then turning into a huge downpour.

"Awesome. Just wonderful" he said to himself, standing under the doors and pulling out his keys.

He entered the building and started going towards the elevator. As soon as it opened, he walked into it with a confident step and clicked the button with the number of the floor he lives on.

He got out as quickly as he could and headed for his door. Turning the key in the lock, he was relieved. That sound meant that he was finally home.

All wet, he closed the door behind him. He took off his coat and shoes and went to his bedroom to change. He put on black sweatpants and white, oversized T-shirt with fox print. To that he grabbed the first better thicker socks and lazily put them on. He gathered all his wet clothes and put them in the dryer.

With a tired step he went to the kitchen, looked in the fridge and pulled out some cheese and butter. He decided to make toasts, so he took out the toaster and put the finished slices of bread inside. In the meantime, he put the water on to make coffee. He stood by the countertop, staring at one particular cup from the cabinet.

"Couldn't it be any uglier?" He asked himself, still staring at a mug that said Good Morning Honey.

It was an old Valentine's Day gift from a certain brunette. Though it would be better to just call him Chuuya's partner. It's just that the two of them had a fierce fight a few days ago, so it was hard for him to still call him his boyfriend.

What was it about? They were at the mall together so they hooked up at a few bars where the taller flirted with women without a second thought, even though he's taken.

At first the mafioso tolerated it, because it was nothing new, but with every visit to the next bar the jealousy ate him up even more, and the annoyance at the man was even greater.

Finally he couldn't stand it, and when they got to the apartment he made a big fuss about his behaviour. Of course, Dazai, the man Chuuya hated and loved at the same time, refused to admit his guilt or apologize. He persisted in his denial, believing that the executive was exaggerating. And so they didn't see each other for almost a week now.

The doorbell rang and pulled the redhead out of his reverie. He was not expecting any visitors so it surprised him. He went to open the door, but there was no one there.

There was only something, namely a teddy bear, on the doormat. Even more surprised, he bent down and picked it up, reading the little note attached to one of the paws.

"What the hell?" He read the inscription Sorry on the paper, he knew very well to whom this letter belonged.

Still not really understanding the situation, he closed the door and turned around, heading back to the kitchen. All the way he looked at the teddy bear and tried to understand why this was so. Why he wanted to apologize to him like that instead of talking normally. He stood at the kitchen counter and started to pull out the toasts, putting the gift on the counter.