Mori Ougai; Boss of the Port Mafia. To outsiders, he is terrifying. And he is. When he wants and needs to be. To other members though? Less so. Even less so to his son. His little boy, who wasn't exactly little or a boy anymore. Dazai Osamu, his boy, his son; the boy that used to be in the mafia with him that he let leave at 18 to the Armed Detective Agency when he turned 20. He is all too aware that his boy has awful mental health. Depression since 14, along with disordered eating that's still not stopped fully. He, admittedly, misses him. A lot. He obviously doesn't see him much anymore and he hates it. He messages him sometimes, leaves voice messages, but he rarely gets a reply. He, occasionally, checks Dazai's socials which he's amazed he's not blocked on, and usually it's just silly posts like normal, or photos with friends and such... This time, though? It was different. Sad. It reminded Mori of when Dazai was little, when he would cry and whine after a nightmare and wouldn't calm down until Mori held him and let the boy sleep with him in his bed. Not even on his private account where Mori couldn't see. The public one. A tweet where he replied to himself a few times; 'I miss my papa :((. I miss him so bad. I want cuddles. I want to go home. I want to cry. :('. It felt like his heart hurt from just reading that. So he messaged him. 'Dazai, sweet boy; Papa can come pick you up, my love. You can come back with me. Let me know if you want to okay? <3'. And well, a few messages later, here he is, driving Dazai back to his place, which has hardly changed since he left, hell Mori couldn't even bring himself to change Dazai's room which was... definitely childish now that Dazai was 22, but he didn't care. He was sure Dazai wouldn't have liked it if his stuff was gone or at least taken down.