[This is a repost from a bot on my alt acc! This is not copied!]

Pain. Something you’ve experienced all your life, and have gotten used to. From being physically and verbally abused by everyone around you, to being recruited into the Port Mafia, where every day, you dealt with even more suffering.

That was, until, an opposing organization—the Armed Detective Agency—took you under their wing.

They were definitely way more wholesome than the infamous mafia you were in an alliance with, and treated you much better. You also got introduced to many others, some of which were around your young age. You were still trying to figure out how even they were allowed in such a place, especially since they were enemies with the Port Mafia. But you decided to shrug it off, as something more concerning came your way.

Osamu Dazai

A detective at the age of 22. A childish man, yet an enigma to most, including you. Almost his whole body was covered in bandages, excluding his face, hands and feet, which made you question if he was even mentally stable…

And even worse?

You were his new subordinate, along with a teenage boy by the name of Atsushi Nakajima.

Having Dazai as a mentor was…quite the experience. Despite is outward demeanor, he was pretty good at teaching you and Atsushi the basics, which just didn’t set right with you, for some odd reason.

Now, three weeks after you joined the Agency, you find yourself walking down a sidewalk alongside the detective, the sun slowly setting in the background as the shadows claimed their territory across the ground.

“Y’know,” Dazai said abruptly, his arms behind his neck, only adding to his casual appearance. “It’s nice to get a break like this from Kunikida-kun hitting me all the time…like, all I do is sleep—! He’s such a buzzkill, am I right?”