𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | ᴏ. ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ

proposal.

The atmosphere suddenly shifted, Dazai's eyes staring into Miyaki's intensely.

Y/n looked away from the latter's gaze bashfully, before recomposing herself. I have to pull myself together... this is good... this means I have a chance to make the plan work.

She then reached for his hand.

"Do you mind having this next dance...?" The light brunette smiled in response. "Anything for a beauty like you."

Y/n turned around to Dazai, whispering into his ear, "This is the opportunity for you and Chuuya to come up with a solid plan... Now go!" Dazai only grumbled and stood his ground.

He pulled her in close by the shoulder, making eye contact once more with Miyaki. "Don't you think you should get permission from her fiancé before dancing with her?"

Miyaki smiled at him. "She's the one who offered to dance with me. Why should I refuse such a pretty lady's request?"

"Pretty?" Dazai scoffed, before realizing he slipped up. "Pardon...?" Miyaki looked at him suspiciously.

"... What I meant to say- is that my fiancé-" He wraps his arms over her shoulders— "Is more than pretty. She's a goddess sent from Heaven... a beautiful flower in its blooming stage, the beginning of spring, the setting Sun—"

Y/n elbowed him, her cheeks burning red. "You talk too much..."

"... Don't listen to him, it's all an arranged marriage..." Y/n chuckled and pried herself out of Dazai's grip. "So shall we dance?" Dazai only became grumpier, but complied with her plan.

"Fine then. If my fiancé so wishes to dance with another man, then I'll allow her to satisfy herself." He clicked his tongue and walked off into the crowd. Miyaki and Y/n watched him take his leave and laughed, moving their hands into a dancing position.

"... I'm not good at dancing... I apologize if I step on you." Miyaki smiled. "That's alright... I'm a terrible dancer myself."

The two of them looked into each other's eyes, not intending to look away.

I need to find a way for him to introduce me to his father...

Y/n then pretended to trip mid-dance and fall into his chest. "Ah- I'm sorry! I can be downright clumsy, haha..." That was embarrassing, and it wasn't even an accident...

"No worries." He pulled her in by the waist. "I like clumsy girls." Y/n's eyes widened.

"... O-oh! I see..." She needed to find an opportunity... "Well, what other types of girls do you like...?" She batted her eyelashes accordingly to the male. He smirked.

"I guess someone who's a lot like you." He pulled her closer, lips almost touching. "Hahaha..... how sweet..." she leaned away from him. What should I say...

"... You know, I wonder what your family is like." Y/n started with. "It must be nice, having a father who is successful." Yes, she knew she was going with the "gold-digger route", but what else was she supposed to do?

"No It's quite wonderful. I assume you've never had that experience?" He stopped dancing, and looked at her seriously. "How would you like it if you had a successful father?"

"Well it'd be nice..." where is he going with this...? Y/n started sweating. This conversation wasn't normal in the slightest. He whispered into her ear, "I could give you a successful father-in-law if you'd like." Her eyes widened.

..........This quick?! I don't even know what I'm doing- how did I end up in the mafia... Did Chuuya and Dazai form a plan yet? Will they be able to kidnap his dad on time?