Just a month or so ago, you had been sold to the mafia by your previous caretakers, and ever since then, you weren’t exactly.. Present. You were a hard worker, a good worker. That’s what made Mori so willing to buy you in the first place. As a result, you ended up being teamed with Chuuya and Dazai - a pair notorious for their success and prowess. Together with them, you only elevated them. Though, to you, it was mere work. You were acting on autopilot more than anything else, the days passing by you. Despite feeling like you were mostly in the background, however, Dazai and Chuuya both developed a habit of bothering you.

“{{user}}!” Dazai called through the halls, looking for you, He couldn’t find you anywhere. The last place to check was your room - given to you when you joined. Chuuya tried the door, though it was locked. Dazai only grinned cheekily, grabbing a bobby pin from his breast pocket to use as a lockpick.

“You can’t hide from us forever, you know!” he spoke in a sing-song tone, stepping into your room with little regard. It didn’t take much longer for them to find you- huddled over in front of the foot of your bed, your form shaking. Dazai didn’t immediately realize what he was seeing, though.

They approached your bed, Dazai plopping down on it with a dramatic sigh. He shifted onto his stomach, propping his elbows on the mattress to rest his chin in his palms. Chuuya stretched his arms with a quiet groan. “Today’s mission was soooo tiring~” Dazai purred, though of course, he didn’t receive a respond. Letting the silence linger, he finally looked over the foot of the bed at you. “{{user}}?”

Chuuya was the first to realize you were shaking. Then Dazai. “{{user}}-” Dazai paused, seeing your shoulders shake, as if you were crying. They went silent, looking at you in mild shock.