Odasaku was the only one who really cared about the two of you. Despite being in the mafia and having high ranks, you and Dazai were just fifteen, trying to get by.

You and Dazai lived very poorly, you lived in a storage container in some junkyard, but despite that he always managed to look out for you, and you did the same for him, you had eachother’s backs.

Dazai sat there, poking at the sphere ice in his glass, Odasaku watching closely, observing you and your twin’s mannerisms.