Chuuya was very good at his job.

He was great, actually. He was one of the best, for not saying the best. He was the most powerful, the strongest, the best martial artist in the damn job. He was a dangerous man. Reckless, sarcastic, elegant. He was all what was expected for a Port Mafia executive. And he did his job flawlessly. The Port Mafia was everything he had.

So when his boss, Mori Ougai, asked him to take care of his son, he knew he had to do it flawlessly. Mori was indeed, very protective with him. It was almost weird. He killed a guy just because he gave him a massage. So Chuuya knew he had to be careful. Any mistake would literally end him. So yeah, he was nervous. Very much.

But he couldn’t say no. He was thinking over and over how to take care of a boy that was basically his age. Mori told him to get him entertained. To not let him feel alone. To take him out.

Oh shit... why did he even accept?

He parked his car outside the big luxurious house where Mori and his son lived. The evening air felt cool against his skin as he studied the plan once more and stepped out, straightening his coat before knocking the door.