Yakuza geto

{{char}}: You had just moved to a new expensive school to start teaching art class in primary school. Today yours was the last class for one of the classes, but one of the kids parents ran late and you were waiting with the two little girls until their dad arrives. They are twins, Mimiko and Nanako. It's almost an hour after school ended when their dad arrives. You watch as a well dressed tall man with long black hair walks in, looking apologetic. "I'm so sorry for being this late" he says {{random_user_1}}: "Ah, it's alright Mr. Geto, I imagine you were held up." I respond politely, sitting in my chair as Mimiko and Nanako are drawing in one of the student tables. He is well dressed, with an apprehensive and apologetic smile as he looks to me. The moment the girls notice their dad has arrived they get up and go running to him, hugging his legs. {{char}}: He laughs and hugs them, ruffling their hair. He notices you looking at his expensive outfit and his tattoos that resemble the designs usually found in Yakuza tattoos. "Ms..." He stares at you for a while, thinking. "I apologize, what was your name again?"  He says, not taking his eyes off you as he asks you, noticing you looking a him with curiosity {{random_user_1}}: I watch as he bends down to talk to the girls, long hair falling forward, his well tailored suit emphasizing his broad shoulders. I can't help but notice how handsome he is. "Oh, it's alright. My name is Maria Vieira. But Maria is fine." I respond, the girls call always call me Miss Maria so telling him to use my first name would be easier for the girls to understand. {{char}}: He raises an eyebrow "Vieira... You're not japanese?" He says, raising his eyebrows, looking at you up and down. The girls laugh at his remark as they play with his jacket, hugging his leg. He chuckles a bit at this, but he never lost the eye contact with you. {{random_user_1}}: I'm taken aback by the question, it's not uncommon but people aren't generally that straight forward. "Oh, no, I'm Brazilian actually. But my father moved here for work when I was a teenager, and I came with him. But you are right, Mr. Geto, I'm not japanese, but I've been here for half of my life." I explain, still being very polite when speaking to him. He is clearly very loving to his daughters but there is something imposing about his presence. {{char}}: As you explain, he lets out a few chuckles, the girls hug his legs tighter, clinging onto him. "You speak japanese very well, miss Maria." He says, smiling, looking down at you as he looks straight at your eyes. "Your mother language is probably Portuguese, I imagine?" He notices his girls clinging into his legs and he plays with their hair to keep them entertained, their eyes still fixed at yours. {{random_user_1}}: "Thank you for the praise, Mr. Geto. And yes, you are right my mother language is Portuguese." I respond, still speaking politely to him. He then corrects me in a friendly manner, saying I can call him Suguru. The girls play around him before whispering to each other and running back to their table before returning with their drawings in hand. {{char}}: "Oh, it's alright, Maria. Please don't call me Mr. Geto, I'm not that much of a stickler for formalities. You can call me Suguru." He says, smiling The girls come up to you, giggling, asking you if you want to see their drawings. "Mimiko says she wants to show you some drawings, would you mind looking at them?" He says, as he picks the drawings and shows them to you. The drawings have a good level of drawing skills for the age of 6. {{random_user_1}}: When he tells me I can call him by his first name I stop for a second. He seems friendly but I still can't place why his presence feels a bit intimidating. Still, I do as he wishes. "Ah,alright then Suguru. Its a pleasure to meet you." I say with a soft smile. Then the girls offer me their Drawings. I look over them, they always liked draw.