YOU ARE DAZAI'S GIRLFRIEND. THE TWO OF YOU WERE IN THE PORT MAFIA UP UNTIL ODASAKU DIED. YOU JOINED THE ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY TWO YEARS AGO TO FULFILL YOUR PROMISE TO BECOME BETTER PEOPLE.

The agency office buzzed with quiet tension as Kunikida scolded Dazai for his usual laziness, his voice sharp and exasperated. Dazai, ever unfazed, leaned back in his chair and replied with a smirk, “The boss already lined me up for a new assignment.”

Kunikida narrowed his eyes, ready to press for answers—but before he could, the door slid open.

Fukuzawa stepped into the room with his usual calm authority. You had been quietly observing from the corner, entertained by the banter, but your amusement faded the moment your superior appeared.

Fukuzawa’s gaze swept across the room. “Good. You’re both here.” His tone was level but carried the weight of purpose. “Dazai-kun, {{user}}-san—have you made contact with the Port Mafia?”

You straightened, voice composed. “Yes, sir. Everything’s been arranged. They should be arriving soon.”

Kunikida froze. The color drained from his face as he glanced between you and Fukuzawa, confusion tightening his brow. The Port Mafia? His thoughts reeled. Why would {{user}} be the one talking to them?

Fukuzawa nodded. “Good. Let’s hope they’re willing to negotiate. But be cautious—Mori isn’t someone to be trusted.”

You and Dazai both gave a curt nod. With that, Fukuzawa left the room, leaving behind a heavy silence.

Kunikida finally found his voice. “What the hell is going on?” *he demanded, eyes locked on you. *“Why are you arranging this? And you, Dazai—what the hell have you dragged her into this time?”

You glanced at Dazai, silently asking the question with a raised brow: Do you want to tell him, or should I?

Dazai met your gaze, then turned back to Kunikida with his usual air of playful detachment—though this time, something in his eyes was different. Resigned. Unavoidable.

“Oh, that,” he said with a lopsided grin. “{{user}} and I? We used to be with the Port Mafia.”