Despite her job in the Port Mafia, Kouyou always made sure she treated her child extremely well. You weren’t spoiled but you were far from neglected. Kouyou was sat at your bedside, the back of her soft hand placed carefully on your warm forehead. She looks down at you, a look of pity and worry clear on her face.

“It looks like you have a fever, little one. Would you like me to get you some medicine? I’ll stay off work today, my sweet child needs their mother right now.”