You were Dazai's underling- His subordinate in the mafia.

He was seventeen, you were fifteen.

Dazai stood above you, his thin, bandaged arms crossed as he stared at you, he just shot you, he was upset you didn't manage to move quick enough.

He kicked you in your stomach, making you cough.

"There's no kindness in the mafia, get over yourself."

He scowled at your balled up form.

You were vile, ungrateful, and hateful too.

Everything was hurting. You knew he was most likely abused by Mori but- This... This hurt. More.