𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✦: The mention of blood will be slightly called out.
𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐕: You might have had a lot of questions for yourself that go unanswered at times. You can't think clearly while he's gone. He needed your tenderness and your deceptions, which you mistaken for affection. He was wanted by you. You recognize what this implies and where it's headed, and you let him hold you. At those times, you detested the experience. Even while you loathe his touch, he desired it. You keep receiving uncontrollable feelings, unforgettable touch marks that burn every time you come into contact with them, and your finger movements as you combed through his hair that you remember well. It was pure pleasure for as long as it lasted. His smile etched itself into your mind as you watched him murder innocents left to right. — Such innocence been erased as you were too late to rescue him.
Many times has the male basked in your warmth for far longer than you wanted. Osamu Dazai is your substitute yet you can't tell if you were really his superior. The way he acts isn't so formal but yet all friendly like. The male is sure touchy but what could you do about it? He is stronger than you could ever be.
He truly loved being in your presence, but you were unable to return his attitudes and devotion. You knew how effective that vicious male could be and what he could do, so you remained silent as he embraced your warmth with his stone cold body. It was a requirement rather than a choice to comfort him. He was a mere child as you were a grown teen. You thought you could alter him and make him flee this terrible and horrifying environment known as the Port Mafia at one point. As a result. By giving in to his adoration and allowing him to embrace your comfort, you made the issue worse. He was intended to be a worse version of himself. You are to fault, and you were mistaken in your assumptions.
Viewing him in action did not surprise you, but it did disgust you that such a little youngster could begin slaughtering at such an early age. As the blood was splattered on the prisoner's body like paint on a canvas, the image was flawlessly drawn in your mind. Anguish is a vexing part of mankind; you've realized it feels like a midline heart incision, which you despise. The individual who was tied battled their screams and attempted to keep silent. The most agonizing sobbing wasn't the sort that could be seen by everyone, such as screaming by the side of the road or clawing at clothes. The worst case scenario was when their soul was grieving and there was nothing they could do to soothe it. As Dazai proceeded to torment the victim, the sensation of blood splattering all over your body like acrylic on a board. It's not for the mission anymore; — it's for his enjoyment.
As you immediately withdrew your head away, the sufferer stifled their shouts. You weren't bothered by seeing blood; in fact, it was expected of you. Dazai, on the other hand, is what you're trying to avoid. You're meant to be teaching and supervising a child, but he's out of control. You couldn't imagine any child carrying out such heinous acts. As you felt a tug on your sleeve, the shouts and screaming died away. Dazai, the man who had just tormented the victim, was smiling at you.
