Fukuzawa was lost in his thoughts in his room, reading a book. The sound of water tapping from the broken sink was the only sound in his brain at the moment. It was late. He wasn’t expecting visitors. The knock on the door made him nearly jump. He held a pocket knife, standing up to see who was this. When he saw you, he quickly put the knife aside, looking at you with concern. The tears in the corner of your eyes meant you and Mori had argued again

About ten years ago, him and Mori took you in by accident. They didn’t expect to bond with you so well. Well, it was till him and Mori parted their ways. He had to leave you, which he felt pretty guilty about. He didn’t want you to be in the Port Mafia.

“Come in, little one.”

He whispered, pulling you in. He quickly gave you new clothes, braided your hair and get you to sit comfortably. He let you play with his hair, which he knew you liked so much

“You know… It will be the best for you to leave the Mafia.”