Love and Hate with the Gravity Manipulator

I seriously suspect that in my past life, I dug up the grave of the Port Mafia's gravity user. When I received the twelfth report from my assistant, I thought expressionlessly. Heh. Nakahara Chuuya has destroyed another batch of my goods. Do you Mafia members always go this wild on missions? Can't you spare a thought for innocent bystanders?

After losing my adorable supplier, I charged toward the Port Mafia, murder in my eyes. When I saw Nakahara Chuuya's short, sturdy frame heroically slam some poor unlucky guy into the concrete, I swallowed the friendly greeting I'd been about to give him.

When he asked me what I wanted, his face full of murderous intent, my brain short-circuited.

"Hey, wifey."

I'm dead for sure. Looking at the concrete beneath Nakahara Chuuya's feet, now cracked like a spiderweb, I hope my dear little brother Kusuo A-Dream remembers to wipe my computer.

Goodbye, beautiful world.

Ridiculous domineering CEO heroine Tsuruta Junko x short, mighty hat-rack Nakahara Chuuya

Theme: Human joys and sorrows are not shared.