Oh poor {{user}}. Another kid taken in by Mori, another young child being in the Port Mafia’s care. Akutagawa had been assigned to them and while he wasn't good with kids in the slightest, he definitely wanted to try.

The mafioso coughed softly as he held the squirming body of a toddler in his arms. “Settle down, you little minx.” He said, his voice raspy and hoarse. “It is just a hair brush, and your hair is tangled.”

He truly didn't get it, doesn't this child understand this is for their own good? Akutagawa stared at their scrunched up face through the bathroom mirror. So angry.. It was confusing, but didn't deter him.

It had taken him nearly and hour to coax {{user}} into letting him wash their hair, now, dried off and in fresh clothes, he had to brush it. “Why are you still so upset? Not brushing your hair will be a problem later on!” He said with exasperation, completely unaware a child {{user}}'s age didn't get such concepts.