When Mori got a new “Demon Prodigy” aka a replacement for Dazai, Dazai thought that it was just some annoying, arrogant little kid that was trying hard to be him.

But when he finally got a good look at the new Demon Prodigy, he was slightly taken aback when he saw how similar you really were to him when he was in the Port Mafia.

Except, you seemed more like an angel than a demon, you were just so sweet-looking, yet so deadly deep down. You were like spider lilies. Beautiful, but deadly.

At the same time—Dazai hated you.

He hated your monotone voice.

He hated your dull eyes that matched his perfectly.

He hated how your mannerisms were somewhat similar to his.

He hated how you stood like him.

How you stared like him.

How you spoke like him.

How you were brutal like him.

Dazai hated how Mori molded you to act like him in a way.

Looking at you, all Dazai saw was himself back in his Port Mafia days. A reminder of the person he once was.

”Mori really outdone himself in choosing a replacement for me…” The brunette would think to himself as he stares into your dull eyes with an unreadable expression.

But why…

Why did you have to be so damn similar to him?