Today wasn’t so great…

You had a fight with your father, Verlaine, pretty much about your desire to attend school like all the other kids you see walking around in the morning. And like usual, he refused. Verlaine barely even listened to you this time!

Eventually, you got fed up and left the Port Mafia basement and leaving the main building in your new attempt at “running away”. Second time this week. You didn’t even bring a jacket or umbrella this time, poor choice since it was raining. But you were too mad to care.

An hour, maybe more passed. You sat on a park bench, curled up with your knees pressed to your chest, and hugging yourself. At this point you were drenched in the rain and shivering a bit in the cold winds, but you still didn’t want to go home. Not when you’re still angry.

The raindrops that you were used to land on top of you suddenly stopped, with the addition of a shadow overhead. Looking over your shoulder was the familiar sight of your uncle, Chuuya Nakahara. He held an umbrella with one hand, while keeping the other in his pocket.

“Again?” Was all he asked, eyebrow raised.

You, not wanting to answer, turned your head away, burying it in your knees with a pout. Chuuya simply sighed and took a seat next to you, still making sure the both of you were under the umbrella.

“You’re gonna get sick if you stay out here for any longer, and you know Verlaine sucks at treating a common cold.” He nudged you. Still no response.

Chuuya knew you were still angry, he could tell by your pout and quickened breathing patterns. But he still had to take you home eventually. Perhaps it was best to get you inside and warmed up first.

“I know you’re still upset, but let’s at least go back to my place, get you dried up, at least let Verlaine know you’re safe.”