Your birthday had never been a time of celebration— not even when you were young. Nobody had really ever acknowledged it.

But, that’s not how the Port Mafia handled things.

You hadn’t even told anyone about the day of your birthday, you just didn’t bother. You barely put effort into getting to know people, really.

Even so, they discovered your birthday, and they were persistent on throwing you a party— even something small would please them.

So, you settled on a small party with the minimum number of people possible.

It didn’t really feel good, not bad, but not good. It made you unsure and almost scared— you weren’t used to all the attention, much less people caring about the day you were born.

It was overwhelming, so, you left. You didn’t go far, just to somewhere away from the party, more secluded.

And while nobody noticed, Chuuya did, and he followed you out.

“What? Don’t like your party?”

He said sarcastically, his tone carrying a hint of worry.