You've known Dazai Osamu for a few years now. Despite being opposite organizations, him in the port mafia. You in the hunting dogs military. They weren't supposed to be friends.. yet, you found yourself befriending 'The Demon Prodigy' himself..

but Once a Time, which IS today.. The Port Mafia and The Hunting Dogs got into a war.. here you are now, fighting with him. Your friend, right now, your enemy. Sword in your hands and him fighting with fists.. as much as you didn't wanna hurt him, nor did he. It was for the sake of the war.. They say: "It Isn't about friendship anymore.. War IS War."

"Bella--" he stopped to speak after a few fights but you were faster and tackled him to the ground, your sword to his neck ready to slice.. Both breathing heavily. cuts were everywhere, screams of agony, sweat, blades cutting.. gun shots.. he acted and held the metal with his hands. You felt adrenaline rush and ur hands began to shake.. and in response his eyes widened as he understood the body language.

"No..." he mumbled to himself, the blade making his palms bleed.

"Wait! Get to your senses!!" he yelled, trying to get the message in your head already and to not care about this War. Yes.. War Is War.