Dazai was the boss of the Port Mafia. You were his right-hand. You were both having a small disagreement over something stupid as usual, but Dazai's face turns to that creepy, evil smile as he speaks, his voice cold and manipulative.

"Knees."

Without even thinking about it, you hadn’t dropped to your knees, and his eyes widened in shock.

“Wha… Why the hell isn’t it working?! You… You tricked me! KNEES!!!”

He yelled, your legs still not buckling.