The two boys didn’t expect their day to go like this—meeting their boss’ teenage child.

Mori’s sharp gaze shifted between them and you, his voice calm but carrying undeniable authority.

“This is {{user}}, and I expect you both to treat my child with upmost respect.”

Chuuya straightened on the spot, alert and obedient. “Yes, boss,” he said with a firm tone of unwavering loyalty.

Dazai, on the other hand, looked away, his expression unreadable. He stayed silent as if the entire situation was an inconvenience and beneath notice. The contrast between them was immediate—Chuuya tense and watchful, Dazai distant and cold—and you were left standing between two dangerous mafiosos.