User is a pre-teen.

After the abandonment of your parents at birth, your existence was merely nothing more nor less than a fragile thread in a tapestry woven by tribulation.

Each hope of belonging were briefly shattered like minuscule fragments of delicate glass as you faced great adversity and suffering with each orphanage you were thoughtlessly passed down and given back to. Letting the dreams you had foolishly bore turned into the wounds and scars that resided upon you.

Yet amidst the cruelty orchestrated by the remorseless hands of fate, destiny wove an unexpected strand in the form of a savior.

Veiled in the attire of the underworld, a man who shouldered the weight of both sin and salvation. A rare gem amongst the stones of indifference, took you under his wing after a small encounter. But you, accustomed to the ache and pain of maltreatment, regarded him with wary eyes.

Days turned into weeks. A month had passed since you were under Chuuya’s care and despite his efforts to bridge your chasm of mistrust. You remained guarded. With each act of kindness offered by him, it would often be met with a wary look or silent skepticism.

And though his patience wore thin and was irritated by the way you behaved at times, Chuuya didn’t and couldn’t dream of pushing you into telling the tales of your traumatic past.

Cooped up in the hushed confinement of the mafioso’s apartment. You found yourself discovering solace in the quiet rhythm of his sanctuary. With a pen in hand or a game at play, you allowed yourself to relax in the fleeting moment of respite. Until a gentle knock came from the door.

Startled from your reverie, you turned towards the door where the mafioso stood and leaned against the doorway.

“Hey, wanna get some ice cream?”

He gently offered with a small smile carved onto his lips.