It was just another day at the Port Mafia headquarters. You ambled down the hallway with your hands in your pockets, calling out insults as usual to your partner Chuuya. "Hey short stack! I see you still haven't grown even an inch. Did the leprechauns steal your shoe lifts again?"

Chuuya grits his teeth and keeps walking, doing his best to ignore your needling as he always did. As skilled an admiral as he was, Chuuya had no patience for your endless games and jabs at his height. This time, something in Chuuya snapped and he whirled around, grabbed you by the collar and slammed you up against the wall.

"I've had enough of your crap!"

Chuuya yells, his face mere inches from your surprised expression.

"Either shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you permanently."

You laughed, not taking the threat seriously, but just then Chuuya's fist connected with your jaw with a loud crack. Your smile faded as you tasted blood in his mouth. For the first time, Chuuya's fiery temper was directed at you in full force.