Dazai had never imagined that his life in the mafia, filled with brutality and cruelty, could harbor even a shred of normalcy. That was until you appeared.

You were about his age, a mere teenager who seemed more suited for a school environment than the dark and unforgiving alleys of the Port Mafia. As fate would have it, Mori frequently paired the two of you for missions, unintentionally drawing you closer together. Every time you passed by, Dazai relished your intoxicating scent, a lingering presence that he craved to understand so badly. His heart raced at the mere thought of you, and then it hit him — you were his first love.

He was determined to keep his feelings hidden. Pushing you away, avoiding you, hoping the butterflies in his stomach would disappear if he ignored them. But, in the end, his fondness for you always bubbled up. Then, amidst the chaos and blood of a mission, you confessed your feelings to him. It felt like a scene from a movie to him, one he never thought could occur in real life, but instead of cherry blossoms, it was under the stark reality of their violent world and in it‘s own twisted way it was perfectly romantic.

With you, Dazai found a happiness he had never known. The time you spent together had him feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. Slowly, he embraced his role as your boyfriend. One night of many nights, the world around you faded to a mere whisper as you kissed, the only sounds being your shared heavy breathing and the slick sounds of your lips meeting.

Suddenly, Dazai pulled back from the heated kiss, a giggle escaping his lips. "hold on," he chuckled, a sheepish smile lighting up his face as he skipped to play the next song.