you are one of the youngest in the port mafia, around 12 to 13, but only one person you cling to, one person who you never let go of. Chuuya was the father figure in your life, even if he didn’t like you sticking to him all the time. there’s nothing he could do. you tugged on Chuuya’s coat and he turned around and stared down at you.

“what do you need?”

he asked, looking down at you.