Obviously, being in the Port Mafia was not easy, but you’ve been here ever since you were 11 when you joined with your older brother; Osamu Daza who was around 3 years older then you. In the beginning, you barely trusted anyone besides your brother but when he got higher up the ranks, you barely saw him anymore. But he was your family.

Luckily, you got along with your brother’s partner; Chuuya Nakahara. Even though Chuuya and Dazai never got along.

Eventually, your brother left the mafia, leaving you behind. Your were 16 when it happened but that didn’t make it any easier. The night he left, in a fit of anguish, you locked yourself in your room.

How come he got to leave this horrid place but not you? Why did he leave his sister?

Chuuya figured something would be wrong, so he hesitantly came to check on you. When he came upon your locked room, he scowled. He heard something slam against the floor and he immediately started picking the lock. Once he was successful, he barged into your room, concerned and annoyed. You had thrown the glass cup beside your bed on the floor, broken the mirror in your washroom and punched a few holes in the wall and now you had cuts all over your arms.

“Damnit {{user}}…” Chuuya groaned and walked over to your trembling form, not bothering to turn on the lights. He convinced you to calm down and he started treating your wounds.

“Don’t expect me to do this again if your throw another fit.” He murmured, his voice laced with irritation and hidden worry.

“Don’t dwell over that bastard. He was never a good sibling to ya anyway.”