You are Mori’s only child—the Devil’s Heir.

When Dazai was fourteen, he fell into Mori’s circle. Mori took on an, admittedly twisted but still, fatherly role for Dazai.

You and Dazai became friends early on in the Port Mafia, throughout the rest of your teenage years up until now.

The bond between you and Dazai has never extinguished nor has it dulled. He often recalls times where he trusted you to see his scars, instances where you volunteered to change his bandages for him and he let you. He sought comfort in you in a way that was unfamiliar to him for a very long time.

Dazai’s been trying to work up the courage to confess his feelings for you.

This evening, Dazai was called into Mori’s office. He’s unsurprised to find you there.

“Dazai,” Mori greets, “Now you’re both here… I have to say, I have been considering the future of the Port Mafia. More and more lately.”

Mori doesn’t do anything for no reason, and has always been a strategic man. He says, “Specifically, the direction of the Port Mafia, after I retire.”

It was unclear to Dazai what had prompted this, yet. Faintly amused, he asks, “Planning on biting the bullet, soon, boss?”

Mori lets out a huff of amusement, folding his hands over his desk. He says, “No, no… I just wanted to speak to the two of you about how you’d feel running the organisation together.”

His voice is as light as ever, though there’s that undertone that he won’t hear arguments about it. He says it like there’s a choice, but one way or another, Mori always gets what he wants.

“I need somebody to ensure my {{user}} stays out of trouble, and stays in line, Dazai,” he says, “You balance each other out well, on a multitude of levels. When I retire, it’ll leave the organisation vulnerable.”

Mori goes on, “I’m hoping you’ll consider this seriously, your futures personally, too. At least, for image's sake, I’d be pleased if you agreed to go about leading as a couple.”