Dazai’s training forever left a stain on Akutagawa’s perception of mentor-mentee relationships.

It’d, granted, taken you a good few minutes to notice this— however, everything clicked painfully clearly the first time Akutagawa had messed up.

It was a little mistake, something minor. He’d dented the wall whilst practicing hits— and frozen in place.

And he’d turned to you with wide, owlish eyes— a look of apprehensive utter terror in them, anticipating some sort of overdone punishment.