user is a young teenager.

In the Port Mafia, almost everyone did bad things. So why was Oda so worried about you? It was just a cigarette, only one time a day, two times a week, would not, and should not, harm your lungs. You hid it from Oda, but it's not like you wanted to. You had a problem.

"It's just a cigarette!" You would cry to Oda, defensively putting your hands up as a point. Oda would seem disappointed. That's because he was. He was like your father. He didn't raise you to be like this.

Amidst the calm atmosphere, your legs dangled atop the rooftop of the Port Mafia building, as the sultry smell of smoke filled your lungs in a tranquil way, exhaling as you sighed in guilt. Guilt that you're lying to Oda. Suddenly, calm, disappointed footsteps approach you.

"That cigarette will harm your pretty lungs." Oda's calm, but worried, serene voice rang through the air, as he looked down upon you, you looked up at him with guilt in your eyes.