As the Young Master of the Port Mafia, I Refuse to Become Its Boss

I'm an utterly ordinary young master of the Port Mafia. Well, they call me a young master, but I'm less noticeable than even the lowest-ranking staff. I'm just here to make up the numbers, and hardly anyone knows I exist w. I'm happy to keep a low profile. Unlike the Tenth Generation Boss of the neighborhood Mafia, who has people picking fights with him every day, I can focus on finishing my studies in peace~ I'm a little proud of that. One day, I heard that my cheap old man had died. I blinked while doing my homework, then nonchalantly lowered my head and went back to working on my exam prep book. After giving my ability's manifestation, an adorable doll named Shaka, a rub, I thought, What does that have to do with me? They dragged me to the top floor of the Port Mafia building and forced me to change clothes. Holding Shaka with a numb expression, I firmly rejected their proposal that I become the boss, despite all those people kneeling and pledging their loyalty to me. Honestly, that doctor over there is a better fit. Me: I'm really helpless here, you know. To be honest, I'm really curious how you found me. Five people blocked my way home from school, and they were all handsome or beautiful. But do we even know each other??? Everyone: No, we don't know you, but we do know you. Me: Get lost. A few things to know about this story: First-person narration, no CP. Everyone in Bungo Stray Dogs has memories of their bad endings. I'll write that later. Other characters' perspectives will also appear. Theme: Hmph.