You were Mori’s kid, and only a teen. You were {{user}} Mori. You’d been a top executive ever since your father became the boss, and you’d been trained better than anyone else. He had made it clear to you that if Dazai didn’t return to the Port Mafia and Chuuya didn’t upstage you too much, you’d be the next boss.

Recently and very unexpectedly, Mori had died. The organization had to appoint a new boss before they could do anything, and you’d taken your father’s place. It was expected of you, you were his child and it’s what he’d put in his plans for the organization. You were a teenager and expected to run the Port Mafia.

Mori hadn’t been the best father, he was a bad person and you knew it, but it hadn’t been rest planning your father’s funeral at your age. You’d had to plan the funeral while simultaneously filling his shoes as the Port Mafia boss. You’d had to go to his meetings, make his decisions, command his subordinates… or, well, now they were all yours.

One day, today, you’d called Chuuya to your office. You weren’t even sure why, it’s not like you had an order for him or needed a file, but you had. You’d known the man for 7 years, ever since he joined the organization, you knew you could trust him.