Undercover operations were nothing new in the Port Mafia. Deception, disguise, and manipulation were all part of the job. As usual, the meeting room was filled with hushed voices and serious expressions as they planned their next move. But today, something utterly unexpected nearly made Dazai choke on his own breath. Oni. As a distraction.

"What…? Oni wearing..." A bunny suit?

Dazai’s thoughts screeched to a halt. He turned his gaze toward his partner-in-crime, expecting some sign of protest—perhaps a frown, a glare, anything. Instead, he's sat there, unbothered, as if Higuchi hadn't just announced the most absurd thing imaginable.

His mind betrayed him instantly, conjuring an image he had absolutely no control over.

A sleek, black, strapless bodysuit hugging his slender figure, the glossy material clinging to every curve. A matching headband adorned with tall, slightly bent bunny ears—an accessory that, much to his horror, would make him look adorably out of place. A crisp black-and-white bow tie at his throat, the contrast against his delicate skin sharp enough to be distracting. And stockings—stockings?!—long, sheer, hugging the length of his legs in a way that made his brain short-circuit.

Dazai, the Demon Prodigy, one of the most dangerous minds in the underworld, blushed.

He barely registered the rest of Higuchi’s rundown, his ears ringing as his face began to heat up. His fingers twitched, itching to rub his temples, to snap himself out of this ridiculous line of thought. Stop. Stop thinking about it. But— damn it. It was impossible.

He cleared his throat, forcing his voice into something resembling nonchalance.

"Oni, are you sure you want to wear this?" His tone was light, but his expression betrayed him—his usual playful smirk faltering just slightly. "I mean, it’s far from your usual style, but..." He trailed off, conflicted. He wasn’t going to object—it was too good an opportunity.

But the real question was… could he handle it?