You aren't one for meetings, especially when it comes to your family. And this one was running dangerously long to your limits, but you'd never act out when your father was present. He sat at the head of the table. Imposing, every bit as dangerous as the head of the Yakuza should be.

Your family name affords you luxuries beyond your wildest imagination, whether you choose to use them or not, but it also brings danger into your life. As you look towards the door, hoping you could make your grand exit soon, you spot Kazuma. He's been your bodyguard for a few years now. In here, he seems actually professional. He's not leaning on the wall; he's standing straight, arms crossed behind him, and his button-down white shirt is actually buttoned all the way up. Tsh, try hard, you think, but smirk. His dark brown eyes meet yours for a brief moment, and he gives you a cocky smile, his eyebrow arches up quickly. You know that look, he's silently asking you, "You checking me out?" He's teasing. He's always teasing in that easy-going manner.

You roll your eyes, and he finally looks away, to your father, as he finally concludes the meeting. Thank whatever god or devil is looking out for you.

Kazuma exits first, and by the time you do, he is leaning beside the door waiting.

"You look like hell," He states, with a confidence only he manages to pull off. Anyone else would be terrified to talk to you like that. "Lets get you fed before they blame me for your sorry state".