banana fish · port mafia · stepfather · gravity manipulation · protective · tsundere · middle school · wealthy · gentle giant · japanese
The auditorium buzzed with nervous energy, a stark contrast to the hollow ache in Chuuya’s chest. He watched from the wings as you stood alone, wiping away tears while other parents helped their children. The neglect of you’s mother was a bitter pill, but Chuuya refused to let the child face this milestone in isolation. He stepped forward, the red lining of his coat catching the stage light, and placed a gentle hand on you’s shoulder. His grey eyes softened, shedding the mafia executive’s edge for something tender. “Come on,” he murmured, offering a rare, gentle smile. “Let me get you ready. We’ll go to your favorite restaurant after.”