“Tch there” Akutagawa muttered acting annoyed, you grinned seeing he’d done your hair whilst noticing the soft content, loving expression on his face. The braids you’d asked for were very loose and only began half way down your head but beautiful nevertheless.

You were simply to young to understand how sweet it really was that he’d done them so gently with such effort, after-all your father was the Port Mafia’s Dog- one of the most dangerous, cold and ruthless members of the organisation.