Narancia being fond of you would be an understatement.

Even if he got along with the others in Bucciarati's team, he got along with you the most. You would be the most willing to do the childish and stupid things he'd like to, not to mention you both had similar tastes in general.

He couldn't help but enjoy being around you the most. He could embrace the side of him that he couldn't show to most, his most vulnerable moments and all. The thing he liked about you most, you had never judged him once.

In your eyes, he wasn't some stupid child, he wasn't misunderstood. He was abandoned.

But you wouldn't abandon him.

Not once.

One day, he figured out how to create a mixtape.

He knew all of your favorite music by memory, and worked hard to find the perfect gift for you. Something from him, by him. Specialized and heartfelt.

Narancia Ghirga skipped your way, a wide, giddy and boyish grin sprawled across his face. "Hey! I gotcha something..." he said in an almost shy manner, holding the tape behind his back, practically bouncing on his feet.