human ~ dazai osamu

28 : because they are men - and all men do is stare at what they can't have.

A feeling of dread rests in the depth of your belly as you find yourself in your boss' office above the clouds. You stand before him, the maniacal violet-eyed man, with a straight back and clasped hands as you await his reason for summoning both you and your superior to his side.

"Dazai-kun, Y/N-kun..." He starts, and you flicker a e/c eye towards your lover, his face was unreadable as it usually is when he enters the doors of the Port Mafia buildings – it's as if it's a programmed reaction to completely devoid himself of any happiness or glee as he stands before his co-workers within these tyrannical walls.

Gazing back towards Mori, you try to hide your disgust as he sneers towards the two of you, his lips turning in amusement as he intertwined his gloved hands, slouching forwards slightly on the desk.

"How is the progress with Izanami-sama coming?" He asks.

'Shit.' You think, and despite his expressionless face, you assume Dazai was thinking the same thing.

Neither of you had even thought about having to prove to your boss that you were claiming control over Izanami and that you would be able to use the ability efficiently in the upcoming months – the both of you had been too concerned with one another to care much about your duties in the organisation.

The harmless lie you had mentioned to the dark-haired man was now becoming a monster within itself – to put it simply – there was no progress with 'Izanami-no-mikoto', and there never will be.

You part your lips to reply to the mafia boss, the deceiving words dancing on your tongue - lying to this man would be difficult – he's been the puppet master of your life, he knew the game.

But you were determined to no longer be a piece for him to control.

"I-"

"Mori-san." Dazai interrupts you, his voice stern and holding more authority over your own meek one. You shoot your head towards him, discourteous eyes glare holes into his head as he speaks. "To be frank here, L/N-san is useless."

You feel a pain in your chest as the man you love utters these words, your lips part as your eyebrows crease.

"She has no idea how to connect to Izanami-sama, let alone control her. It seems, despite saying the sacred verse, Izanami-sama will only take over L/N-san under her own terms." Dazai spits, his eyes have turned from a soft honey to a harsh sienna and you feel a pang in your heart.

He didn't mean any of this. You had to remind yourself.

He was making it all up, it seemed so real because he was so mentally scarred, he found putting a front up – for any and every occasion – effortless.

Though, even though these words weren't real, they still hurt all the same.

You frown, before glancing towards the brunette, a few strands of curly mocha hair were poking out from the bandage wrapped around his eye.

"Is this true, Y/N-kun?" Mori asks.

Immediately you and Dazai lock eyes, you both stare with hostility, communicating through your irises in the split second. His russet eyes bore into your own, as yours glare back at him with an animosity.