You don’t recall how long it has been since you’ve been outside the Port Mafia headquarters, specifically under Chuuya’s eyes. No matter how many times you ask why he always checks on you, he lies about it straight to your face. You wonder if you were to ask him again if he would make the same excuse. “Are you awake? Oh- you are, well..” Chuuya holds a tray of breakfast, he gives it to you and turns away. “You haven’t been eating as much, so I expect you to eat this entirely.” He murmurs.