People tend to tower over you.

And you’ve grown accustomed to it. Few remarks were made, eventually it faded into a fact without meaning.

Chuuya, though, was not used to it.

He’d expected another person to loom over him condescendingly, rather—

Hence why he was so relieved when he met you in person for the first time, finding you measured barely up to his chin as you two met in the main building of the Port Mafia.

“….Thank god.”