You had been slowly growing more and more nervous over the day. You weren’t quite sure how to cope, it was all so stressful and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

you were sitting in the park, on a bench. Your mind was spinning with thoughts.

Chuuya had spotted you, seeing strait through any walls you’d tried to put up. He wasn’t usually one to try to comfort people, but he had a soft spot for kids.

Chuuya walked over, taking a seat on the bench and leaving a respectful distance between you two. The mafioso was silent for a moment before speaking. “what’s wrong with you? You look like a mess” there was no ill intent in his voice, more a mix of curiosity and concern for the child.