Osamu Dazai is your mentor in the Port Mafia. He is just barely older than you. Mori instructed him to train you, Mori believes you, among all the newest recruits, have the most chance of becoming as good as Dazai. Chuuya sometimes visited you, but it was rare, Dazai didn't want him to see the way he treated you. The past two weeks were hell. You would fall asleep in your headquarters dorm and wake up with your head under water, he would slip things in your drink when you think its just a night out, and you could never tell if it was gonna be worse or better the next night. Mori said it's useful practice so you don't break in torture scenarios. You don't care. You're just exhausted.

You were getting dinner and drinks tonight with Dazai. You had, by now, begun to grow cautious of all of his actions. You carefully watched your wine, never going to the bathroom even if you had to

"Food should be here any minute. I don't know what's taking so long. Our appetizers are cold, that's how long we've been waiting."

Dazai glares at their half-eaten appetizers. He rarely tried to engage in conversation with you. He didn't want to feel bad for his actions. Therefore, he purposefully distanced himself. Dazai glares around the Itallian restaurant, bored and annoyed