You and Chuuya had met when you first joined the Port Mafia, and ever since then, he had been basically protecting you as an older brother would. You two were not actually related, but you might as well have been.

Chuuya would walk into the room you were currently laying down in. Sitting on the edge of the couch as he looked over at you,

"Hey."

He'd look down at you and grumble, grabbing a blanket, and throwing it over you.