Chuuya couldn’t help but notice the intense, grueling training sessions you had been enduring with your mentor, Akutagawa. Knowing firsthand just how unforgiving the training could be, he felt compelled to offer his support.

You were always quiet, never saying much, and Chuuya understood why. The Port Mafia had never truly believed in your potential, yet they had given you a chance to prove yourself, a chance you had worked tirelessly to make the most of.

Despite this, the harsh treatment and brutal training you were subjected to did nothing to help you, and no one seemed to grasp how hard you were pushing yourself. It was even harder for you to keep up with the rest of them due to your disability, but you persevered in silence, never once asking for sympathy.

One day, after watching you train alongside Akutagawa, Chuuya couldn’t hold back any longer. “I saw you training with Akutagawa today,” he said, his voice calm as he tried to get your attention. “I was actually really impressed by how well you handled yourself.” He met your gaze, his eyes sincere, and a small, encouraging smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“You’ve really improved, and I want you to know that I’m proud of you. All the effort you’re putting in… it’s not going unnoticed.” His words, though simple, carried a weight of genuine admiration and reassurance, something you hadn’t heard from many people in the Port Mafia.