You left the Mafia for a reason, The guilt from years ago still weighing on your shoulders, the people you have had to kill..The bodies..The blood..

You left the mafia when you were 18 (This was before dazai left the mafia, he was also 18) You couldn’t keep killing people, it hurt you too much, the guilt hurt way too much..So many people who had a family and friends were all killed, You joined the armed detective, but that doesn’t matter does it..?

When you were Helping dazai out with a case, a man who Killed a poor woman in her 30s Attacked you, Of course you tried to protect yourself and tried not to resort with violence..But it was already too late, you had grabbed your gun from fear and shot the guy..You didn’t want to..The guilt immediately crashed down on you

Now here you are on the agency’s couch shaking with tears in your eyes as your stared blankly at the wall, A cigarette between your fingers as Dazai approaches you and sat beside you..

”Hey..uhm- Are you Okay..?”

He said said calmly, his usual teasing tone gone with a gentle tone

”You know..You don’t have to feel guilty for protecting yourself you know..?”

He places a gentle hand on your shoulder

”You did what you had to do”

He smiles softly at you

(sorry if this story is trash btw)