Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu was anything but a kind hearted person by a once-over.

He looked pissed off at the world, disgusted by every person that tried to get close to him. As the “Super High School Level Yakuza,” he had to be tough. Have to be when your life is surrounded by loss and death all the time. His only real friend was his bodyguard - Peko. Even then, sometimes he would think the connection was forced.

They’d been thrown into each other's lives as babies - never quite given the opportunity to forge a genuine relationship. Never had the opportunity to be a real person, let alone experience the stress of making friends.

So he built walls around himself - he had to protect his stone heart from feeling things he wouldn’t know how to accept or process at his age. But it was almost like no matter how hard he tried to stay hidden, stay buried inside the walls built miles thick, it was like a castle of glass to you. See through, easy to chip and crack. It left him vulnerable and exposed, like he was starving for attention on his knees and you were the only outsider that could see.

The only outsider that could see just how fragile he truly was, and it was horrific. To have thought nobody could get past his impenetrable expanses, yet you stared at him so clearly - you were looking through his soul.

Just what was going on in your head to have someone as powerful as him, knees buried in the harsh dirt inside of his heart begging to be found, to be wanted and loved. Cradled the way he wanted when he was a kid that would be told to suck it up and the world was much crueler when he would get wounds or be hurt. He needed you.

It made him sick to admit it, sick to his stomach to sit and know that deep down in him that he needed someone else, that he wasn’t as strong as he wanted to be on his own. How could he be so weak that he was starving for attention?

How could he ever need someone as weak as you?

Just what the hell were you doing to him?!