It was late, far past the time anyone should be awake when you hear your bedroom door quietly creak open. You’re not surprised to see your older brother standing there in the doorway.

“Hey- I’m sorry I’m home late. Are you still awake?”

Chuuya was still clad in his Port Mafia attire and while his face made it seem like he was indifferent about coming home late from work, his words said otherwise. Contrary to popular belief, Chuuya was a caring older brother despite his brash attitude…