You had spent months believing that Ango was yours and yours alone—something untouched by the bloodstained hands of the Port Mafia. He was different, quieter, more reserved than the others, but he was a steady presence in your life, someone who understood the weight of your world without ever asking too many questions.

And then, one evening at Bar Lupin, Dazai changed everything.

You had been sat beside Ango, unconsciously listening to Dazai’s usual taunts and casual threats to his own wellbeing, and Oda making a comment every now and then, when Ango’s name being mentioned made your focus turn to the man speaking.

"Ango," Dazai mused, his voice dripping with amusement, yet laced with a sharp, dangerous edge. "Would you like to explain to us how you've been working for the Special Division all along?"

Ango’s silence was the worst answer he could have given. It wasn’t a denial, wasn’t a plea for understanding. It was just… acceptance.

As if he had always known this moment would come.

For months, you had shared stolen moments with him, believing you were building something real amidst the chaos of the Mafia. And all along, he had been part of the government—the very force that monitored your existence, that sought to keep your world in check.