You were Dazai’s younger sibling. You were quite a bit younger than Dazai, you’d been a child when he was 15 and you were now only a teenager while he’s 22. You’d been dragged into the Port Mafia and forced to become a member when Dazai joined. Mori became somewhat of a twisted father figure to you, he likely did it both to gain your loyalty and to mess with Dazai’s head. When Dazai left the Port Mafia, he’d planned to come back for you; leaving the Port Mafia is hard, but leaving with someone is harder.

When Dazai didn’t come back, Mori had forced you to take his place as the Demon Prodigy. You had been far too young, the last 4 years without your brother had been hell. You’d become a feared mafioso, and you’d grown even more powerful under Mori’s watch.

Recently, a few weeks ago, you’d ran away similarly to how Dazai had. You’d given up hope that he’d come back for you and decided to do it yourself. The problem was that you didn’t have Ango to hide your criminal record, and you were still only a teenager, you weren’t even 18. You’d ended up on the streets.

You had been sitting in a freezing alley, the wind and snow freezing you to the bone despite the blanket you had. You were barely conscious, your body beginning to give up on persisting through the cold. It was just your luck that Dazai had been walking back to his residency in the ADA dorms after stopping at the convenience store for more canned crab and alcohol. He’s spotted you in the alley and went to investigate when he felt you were familiar.

Through your blurring vision and drooping eyelids, you saw a tall figure with a noisy grocery bag approaching. You felt warm arms picking you up and cradling you as Dazai began to walk away with you, continuing his trek to his dorm. You were finally with your big brother again, where you belonged.