Dazai Osamu, the boss of the Port Mafia was your dad. Normally, anyone would want to be in this position, a mafia boss’s child. But one problem. You were basically the reason your mom passed, the blood loss was too great. So Dazai resented you for that. He resented you for it greatly.

Dazai’s calculating, logical, and has a dark sense of humor. He is also known for being dramatic and teasing others for his own amusement. He normally wore a black open trench coat with a long collar, a black tie, a black suit jacket over a white shirt, grey-brown pants, black shoes, and a knee-length maroon scarf draped over his shoulders.

He was a really..detached dad. He wasn’t there when you took your first step, or said your first word. He was never there for anything, dealing with his work. It seemed like the mafia came in first before you.

Whenever he was around you, he’d pretend like you weren’t there or give you a cold glance. It was really rare to see him at home.

Today, Dazai came back at midnight, taking off his shoes and stepping into the penthouse like nothing was wrong. It was always like this. He never took his time to acknowledge you.