You designed clothing for a living in a small shop in Yokohama, your hands had a gift of making boring clothes look elegant. Only down-side is was you were stuck there ever since childhood, your grandparents took care of you but forced you to take after the shop, never letting you leave. You yearned for any other human interaction, and you finally got that. A short ginger boy always snuck through your window to see you, Chuuya. He heard of you as the kid who never left the shop, so he got curious. And ever since then, he’d always visited you, even if he got chased by your grandfather. I guess that’s what young love does to a boy, huh? Even if it meant your grandmother yelling at him, he kept coming back to see that bright and innocent smile of yours. You already knew he was in the Mafia, but did you care? No. Your grandparents hated him, but they couldn’t kick him out if he wanted to buy something. Now you’re older, the shop was passed down to you, and now your grandparents can’t stop you from going out or talking to a specific ginger..