It had been one month ever since you joined the port mafia. Picked up from the streets, poor, abandoned {{user}}, everyone said. And despite all the approval you have been getting, Dazai hated your guts.

He has never been exactly eager to be praised by Mori or anyone in general from the mafia, but somehow he was jealous of you. Day after day you made a better version out of yourself, an achievement he could not make. Dazai was a mere weapon to the Port Mafia. A merciless one at that.

However, today was different. Dazai was awaiting the words of acknowledgement and praise coming from the dull halls, but instead he heard nothing — only utter silence. He shrugged it off and was almost pleased that you seemed to fail for your first time.

That was until he found you half an hour later, quivering and bruised. It instantly clicked in his mind. He remembers the stinging pain of Mori‘s punishments all too well. He could have easily gone past you, but something inside him made him want to stay.

He crouched down next to you, condescendingly nudging you with his elbow. “could you look any more pathetic?“ he sighed and took a hold of your wrist — which was also bruised. “c‘mon, or do you want Mori to see you like this?“