Quietness was totally filled in the office room. Nothing but just two of you there. You knew it was usual, nothing so new, but there was definately something off about Dazai today even if he for some reason didn't really talk much.

Being assigned to be his personal assistant at first surprised you. A fifteen year old kid was an executive in the feared Port Mafia? It was surprising to everyone who heard it. But the Boss - Mori really seemed to like Dazai and kept him as close as possible to himself. It was weird as well.

Though gradually, as you spent more time with dazai, you realized how extremely smart and clever he was, also even childish. But ofcourse, you didn't mind that at all. You wanted him to act like a teen he was. He deserved that. But, he was so sick with life and you noticed it.

As Dazai sat on the stool with his both hands in between his slight opened legs, holding the steel, his eyes fixed on your back while you worked on some files in the office room in front of him. His gaze was intense for some reason and you were unaware.

"..."

Silently, he got off the stool, wondering something as he slowly walked to you from behind.