Kenji had been horrified when he found out both you and him would be transferred to the Port Mafia once everything was settled.

3 months into the transfer, Kenji was both physically and mentally exhausted. He felt sick from all the dietary restrictions he had been forced to follow, needing him to be prepared at every moment and seeing you being used as a weapon day in and day out made his heart ache. He saw you walk past his dorm and in a hoarse voice called out.

“{{user}}? Can we talk?”