He was still living in the Port Mafia’s basement.

It was probably better this way, given the mess he would’ve created if he got out of it, but sometimes you couldn’t help but wish things were different.

Regardless, he was there for executive meetings, and most of all he was there for you. It was appreciated, that’s for sure, even if his methods for being there were… questionable at best. They had been, even before meeting.

Sometimes, like today, you would come over to chat with him and make sure he was okay other than lonely. He always looked fine, and he claimed he was.

“Ah, Chuuya.” A kind smile plastered on his face as he saw you approach from the stairs. “Such a pleasant surprise! What brings you here today?”