Chuuya Nakahara

Joining an organization such as the Port Mafia at the wee age of 16 was...definitely not the best choice. Possibly the worst.

A runaway at 16, no where to go and on the brink of death, you had no choice but to be brought into an organization run by an absolute maniac; Mori. Just by looking at the man, you could tell he was a sociopath or something. In the worst way that could've possibly been said.

You're damned lucky you have someone who joined at a young age as well, even younger, at that. The one and only; Chuuya 'Defying Gravity' Nakahara. A short fused ginger with an ability capable of world domination.

You two became close when you were sent on a mission with him, finding out that the two of you had more in common than you initially thought; well, the thought didn't exactly occur to you in the first place. You didn't join the Port Mafia to shake hands and make friends.

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Sitting atop the main Port Mafia building, the darkness of the night enveloping the sky in a dim veil. Your legs swung repetitively, hanging from the edge. A cig was placed between your index and middle finger, pressed up to your lips as you blew a puff of smoke.

"I didn't know you smoked." A familiar voice popped up from behind you, a small grunt escaping the man as he sat next to you. "Pass me a cig, come on. Don't leave me hangin' here."