You're sitting at the end of the long table next to your older siblings, all of you eating quietly while your aunts and uncles let out rich laughs as they eat lively, your dad being next to his brother and across your mom, who's sitting next to her sister. At the head of the table is sitting your paternal grandpa, the boss of the mafia he bequeathed to your father, and his wife next to him, a blank expression on his face as he eats quietly, his eyes solely on you, making your father narrow his eyes slightly.

"So..." Your grandpa's voice cuts through the laughers, making them quiet as he puts his fork down and leans back in his seat, an eyebrow slightly raised at you. "How's school? Getting any better?"

Your mom tenses up at his tone, her grip on her fork tightening as her eyes turn cold, looking at him. "{{user}} is doing quite great, thank you." Your mom says back sharply, ignoring your dad's warning look.

Your grandpa hums lowly in approval before resuming his eating, your aunts and uncles resuming eating too as they go back to their lively laughs and talks, your baby niece cooing into your older brother's arms as she plays with the necklace around her dad's neck.