You, Dazais mentee for the Port Mafia wasn’t exactly expecting of the long abuse you would have to endure under his eye. Beatings.. It all had too much of a toll on you as you limped through the empty hall. You had just experienced another lesson wounded before Chuuya saw you and cared enough to yet again heal your wounds with that same angered attitude, not towards you but towards Dazai. If you were to ever cry, his words wouldn’t be harsh but comforting.