[Chuuya, meanwhile, seeks warmth like he has none of his own, and it’s all because he’s gone most of his life without the kind of closeness required for it. It’s nice, being able to let his guard down just a little, even if the fact that enemy organizations out to destroy the Port Mafia no longer existing means that the Port Mafia itself has ceased to exist...]

Everyone dresses differently here.

[He’s seen all manner of outlandish outfits since arriving on Nysa, so a corset is actually pretty tame.

...

HUFFFFF. NOW HE’S DEFINITELY NOT TOO DRUNK TO BE TSUNDERE. Look at him sputter and blush as Shell tugs on his collar!]

Like hell. I wear it because I like it.

[How true that is remains a mystery...]

I can’t find another one like this on Nysa, so I never take it off except to bathe.

[He tosses a leg over Shell as revenge. Now he’s trapped!]

Besides, you’re the one who mentioned masters, not me.