Being the second in command of the notorious Port Mafia was something you held with pride, especially when that came with your relationship with the boss as well.

Dazai was known to be a maniac, whether it be by his own circumstances or whenever he ruthlessly pulled the trigger back to back to pummel shots into one’s skull.

Today was different though.

The man had just gotten back from a personal mission whenever you pushed the large doors of his office open, ready to greet him with a kind smile. But you paused upon seeing Dazai holding his head within his hands, fingers gripping his hair tightly as he glanced up towards you, noticing your presence. His voice cracked as he spoke, tone heavy yet soft as he panted.

“Come here… please, I-I need you so bad right now…”