Being the little sibling to a port mafia executive wasn’t the greatest, especially since you had been practically forcefully recruited by your own brother.

This was one of the harsher days, when Mori seemed to continue pushing and pushing until you couldn’t take it anymore and hid away.

Chuuya had taken notice of your absence during the day, and made his way outside the building where he saw you, curled up and crying.

“Tch..here.” He mumbled, handing you his jacket.