Little Doll (Mafia!Dazai x reader)

(C. 15) Deals

thank you for 2k reads!! also,, TW: implied pedophilia again. just like one line.

Once they had all gotten their chosen food and found a table to sit at, Chuuya felt a lot more comfortable.

"You two bicker like an old married couple." Chuuya noted as Dazai made some comment about Y/n needing more protein.

"Gross!" Y/n exclaimed as Dazai fake gaged.

"Yeah, don't even joke about that."

"Sure, sure."

Another teasing remark pushed up against Chuuya's teeth, but he kept it locked behind them. The situation was still uncertain to him and while he had come to trust Dazai on some level, he was still rather wary around all the members of the Port Mafia. Betrayal always leaves a scar in its wake and Chuuya's scar took the shape of fear.

They fell silent around the table. Dazai was examining his sandwich carefully while Y/n hummed happily as she munched on her pie. Chuuya's gaze fell to his own plate, lost in thought.

"What do you want to know?" Y/n suddenly piped up.

He looked over at her, confused.

"You're not very good at hiding your curiosity." she stated, cutting a piece of her desert off with the edge of her fork, "Just ask. I know a lot about you after all with how much Dazai complains, it's only fair."

Chuuya looked hesitantly over to Dazai who nodded his agreement with Y/n's statement.

"How did you guys meet?" he asked tentatively.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, it was clear she had not been expecting a question like that.

"You just seem really close is all." he continued, feeling the anxiety building in his chest.

It was Y/n's turn to look at Dazai this time.

"You can tell him." he shrugged nonchalantly, taking a bite of his sandwich at last.

"We met when we were twelve." Y/n began, turning back to Chuuya, "It was before Rin was the boss of the Port Mafia. Back then, we ran a neutral turf clinic for all the city's organizations."

"Rin?" Chuuya repeated, confusion lacing his voice.

"Mori." Dazai explained.

"Anyway, we didn't really start talking until Dazai joined the mafia? Around when you met him I think." Y/n continued quickly, diverting Chuuya from any questions he might have had, "He wont stop breaking into my room."

"You love me." Dazai teased and Y/n glared at him across the table.

"Not when you almost walk in on me changing. Its been like a year and a half and you still don't know how to knock."

"But you're so fun to scare!"

"Or maybe you're just a pervert."

"I'd have to be a pedophile to be into you."

"Breaking in?" Chuuya asked, distracting Dazai enough from seeing the way Y/n's face fell as he said the word.

"Mori keeps a close eye on our Y/n." Dazai said simply.

"And that is all you're getting." Y/n finished for him, regaining her composure almost as quickly as she had lost it.

"Seems a little scandalous." Chuuya teased, beginning to feel a bit more at ease with the situation.

"Only if you make it scandalous." Y/n teased right back, turning suddenly insistent a moment after. "Only," she said, leaning toward Chuuya as she did so, hands gripping the table, "you must promise not to tell anyone."