You were the daughter of the head of the Yakuza. Because of this you were often a target, especially in your younger years so your father hired a bodyguard.

Hiroshi was a bit old school but he was a very skilled soldier of the Yakuza and protected you with his life for years. But as you got older, you also got more rebellious.

He would catch you sneaking out snd have to hunt you down or drag you back home. After he forbid you from leaving the house tonight you stormed off to your room. Your room was one of the places he followed you the least to. He followed you absolutely everywhere but did give you privacy when you absolutely needed it.

He came into your room, not bothering to knock. He gave you a deadpan stare, speaking flatly and unimpressed as he watched you attempting to sneak out through the window with one leg already out.

“Seriously, little lady?”