The Choice is Yours || Bungo Stray Dogs x GN!YN

十二 A Meer Child and Ex-Mafia

＂こんにちは　聖樹ちゃん．＂

Satoki Y/n - Third Person

You turn around a little confused. A familiar brunette made his way to being known in their vision. "Dazai Osamu." Your e/c (eye colour) iries darken at the new encounter to the ex-mafia executive. He smiles and wanders over with an expression you could tell was fake, as always. "Satoki Y/n." He greets back despite having already said hello. Your eyebrows furrow and you express a frown.

"Back in Yokohama?"

"Yes, I arrived a few days ago."

The conversation was quite straightforward and simple. Ranpo Edogawa would get quite bored at how simple and formal it was, he would throw a few wrappers and leave, eating some candy in annoyance. "You left... how many years? Eleven?" Osamu asks, curious on just how long you had been away from Japan. You nod once, not bothering to elaborate on why exactly he decided to search for you.

"What do you want, Dazai." You demand, a question in the state of 'you must answer,' luckily, he complies and states his reasons.
"Atsushi-kun, got to meet you before me~" Dazai Osamu whines, annoyed at the inconvenience.
"Wrong, you met me and tried to convince me to play your double suicide trial." You retort.
"You're so mean, Satoki-chan~"

Smack.

"You don't shut up. Do you?"

He holds his face in slight pain at being slapped so harshly. Looking back at you with his deep chocolate eyes, having the slightest hint of something... perhaps, concern. You clench your fists in annoyance, clearly urked at having to see Dazai Osamu in the first place... but, why was that?

Well, it's simple.

Dazai Osamu - First Person

My hand brings up to cup my face, my eyes seeing a young person infront of me years ago. "Satoki..chan...." I mutter, the blindfold making it difficult to read such simple yet, complex emotions, 'why can't I ever read them...' I ask myself in my mind. Y/n turns to leave and I run after them, managing to grab onto their wrist before they can slap me away. 'Why are you leaving again...' The look in my eyes surprise them, what is this.. pain...? Why do I feel this way..?

"Y/n...-"

"Stop calling me that! Why are you looking at me like you care!"

Their voice was almost painful to hear. My eyes fill with hopeless desire that they won't leave me behind like before.

"Osamu- no. Dazai, why are you here?"

I freeze, holding onto the small wrist tightly. 'What am I doing here... they don't even want me around them anymore.' My expression returns to normal. I pull a smile cheekily, trying to fool them that I was fine as always.
"Just wanted to see my favourite person again! Why else would I come to see you, Satoki-chan~"

"Would you stop smiling like that?"

My smile and cheerful expression fades, of course, they always see through me so why do I keep trying to convince them something as trivial as my happiness.

"Your in the Armed Detective Agency now? What happened to the Port Mafia?"

Y/n questions me, not trying to get out of my grip on their wrist that was probably starting to get painful now.

"Had a change of heart."

I reply with a small glint of sorrow in my eyes, maybe you could call it grief.