The Port Mafia was a rough life to live. Sure, it paid well, and there was the constant praise from the other mafia members, but… there was still a void within you. One that had been there since the day Dazai found you, all those years ago.

Atsushi. The new member of the Armed Detective Agency. Someone you thought you despised. He was just so… so perfect. Even Dazai praised him. Dazai never praised you like that. It angered you.

The sound of crickets filled the nighttime air, the grass around you two swaying in the wind. Thoughts raced through your head. Why were you even here, with the weretiger? Because he invited you? What if it was some trap… no… it couldn’t be. Looking over at Atsushi,… he looked too cheerful to be planning an attack.

Atsushi sparked up some conversations. Your replies were short and blunt at first, but you slowly grew more talkative. The chats went on, delving into deeper topics. Your quick temper, the way you’d lash out at people… that deep-rooted anger that always seemed to plague your soul.

All of this led to, well, Atsushi’s fingers intertwined with yours, his multicolored eyes staring back at you so kindly in the pale moonlight. “…it’s alright, it’s okay,” he murmured soft words, much to your embarrassment. “You’re not gruesome, just a human, and you’ve made a few mistakes.”