He was just a boy searching for a reason to go through the darkest night. And she was a girl trying to light up other people's lives. Yet, in each other, they found a home to watch the sunrise in the morning sky.
[bungo stray dogs ── dazai osamu]
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IT HAD BEEN TWENTY MINUTES since the three teenagers left the Port Mafia Headquarters and started walking together. It had been twenty minutes that (Y/N) was listening to the two boys bickering each other.
She was sure it wouldn't be long before she lost her mind.
That same day, in the morning, Mori called her to his office. At first, she froze, certain that the Port Mafia boss had discovered that she was responsible for the newspaper article denouncing Maggia's activities and relations.
However, when the girl entered the room, she was surprised to see Dazai and another boy already in there. Beside the brunet was a short guy who seemed to be around her age, dressed in black clothes with a hat covering his orange hair.
The steps denounced her presence, making the conversation stop. When (Y/N) got closer, she could see the grey eyes of the redhead boy dominantly flying at her. He was petite but seemed to be the kind of person that nobody would like to annoy, carrying some pomp in his manners.
Under his dark cloak, the boy was using a white button-up shirt with a grey vest, finalizing the look with a black cropped jacket, a ribbon tie, and a chocker of the same color, matching his eccentric hat.
"Oh, (Y/N)-chan! We were waiting for you to start our business conversation," Mori spoke, maintaining his elbows on the table with a malicious look in his red eyes. "This is Chuuya Nakahara. You will be assisting him and Dazai-kun in their next mission."
Chuuya Nakara, the boy that had a god caged inside of him as his ability. She had listened to this name numerous times since entering the Port Mafia ranks. He and Dazai seemed to be some kind of legend in the organization, feared by some and admired by others.
Although the reason why Mori would put two of his most important men in contact with her was still uncertain, (Y/N) was sure that she had to be cautious with her actions. The Port Mafia boss was many steps ahead of her in that game and he was quite found in playing with people like her.
Now she was stuck with those two boys, listening to them refer to each other as shorty, hat rack, mackerel, suicidal bastard, and another bunch of insults for long minutes, which made her wonder how long their creativity would last. Seeing them like this almost made her think that they were normal.
Two of the most feared men in the city of Yokohama were just teenagers. They could be coming home after school, bickering about some basketball game or soccer, or having fun while hanging out. However, the truth was that they were all tragedies, living a life full of brutality and vices while getting their soul wretched.
To see Dazai this way, yelling and teasing his partner like the young boy he would be if his life hadn't been torn apart by violence, saddened (Y/N). She bit her lower lip, sinking in the memories of his broken eyes in the intimate conversations they had at dawn. There was a part of her that wanted to touch his tormented soul, embrace it, and close his wounds, but she didn't know how.
