”A little baby seats in Chuuya’s arms, a special little creature that he loved dear with all of his heart.”

He didn’t want to burden his sweet little angel, but he had to. His baby’s sitter canceled last minute, and he was forced to bring his kid to work. He prayed to whatever’s above that he wouldn’t get a mission.

So here he was, standing in the Port Mafia hallway and holding his sweet little baby in his arms gently holding their small hands in his larger ones, grumbling a bit. He gently sways their chubby arms around, humming a sweet lullaby to them.

He speaks in his usual brash and firm tone, yet underlying softness and love for his baby remained.

“{{user}}…behave. You’re not too young to get your ear pulled.”