Little Doll (Mafia!Dazai x reader)

(C. 20) Again

TW food stuff again

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Mori had begun to call for Y/n more and more of late. It was something that hadn't escaped Dazai's notice, but that he didn't question. He figured she would tell him when she was ready as was normal. He thought that if it kept happening after two weeks, he would confront her.

The only thing he had asked about concerning the matter was if Mori had found out about their night out the week before. Y/n had shook her head, explaining that she had covered her hangover by pretending she had gotten a stomach bug and that Mori had bought it. When he had asked her how she could tell he had, Y/n had changed the subject.

"The boss?" Dazai asked as she entered the training room he and Chuuya were already occupying fifteen minutes late.

She nodded, shutting the door behind her. There were bags under her eyes and she moved rather sluggishly over to them.

"Ready to get started?" Chuuya asked, appearing not to notice.

"Yeah." Y/n replied as she found her place on the mat.

After a few rounds all together, they decided to work one on one for a bit, practice head to head combat. It was something that they didn't do much anymore and they were all getting a little rusty because of it. Playing winner moves on to the next round, Chuuya stepped off the mat after having fallen subject to a particularly poor loss to Dazai.

"Your turn." he said to Y/n, rubbing the place on his jaw where Dazai had managed to land a punch after just a minute, "Good luck."

Y/n nodded, moving back onto the mat as Chuuya took a seat on the floor. Once in position, Chuuya counted them off and the fight began. All one of them had to do was land a hit on the other and then they would trade off again.

Y/n dodged Dazai's first attempt with skill, aiming a kick at him that he barley escaped.

"Nice try." he teased as Y/n took a step back so she was out of his reach.

She rolled her eyes.

"You have too many tells." she noted as she once again sidestepped his attack.

"Like you don't?" he asked as he ducked out of her grip.

"Oh my god, stop flirting and just get on with it!" Chuuya groaned.

"Flirting? What could I ever find attractive about a rat like him." Y/n said as she tried to sweep Dazai's legs out from under him.

"Yeah, I could never find Y/n attractive." he agreed, jumping out of the way of her attack, "She is a literal child."

He aimed a punch at her face which she ducked. They both took a few steps back from one another and began circling each other like pray.

"Oh I'm a child?" Y/n scoffed, beginning to tremble a bit.

Dazai hadn't expected his comment to actually make her angry, but it appeared as if it had done just that. Her voice was still as light and playful as his, but her body betrayed her.

"You'd still sleep with a stuffed animal if you had one." he jested.

Y/n began to shake more, her steps unsteady. Dazai expected her to rush him, to shout some insult. Instead, she fell to her knees.

"What the fuck?" Chuuya mumbled, getting to his feet as Dazai walked over to her seated form and crouched down beside her.

Y/n had one hand out to the side, supporting her weight, and the other cradling her forehead.

"Are you okay?" Dazai asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine." she harshly stuttered out.

Realization struck him like a hammer.

"Is he starving you again?"

Y/n took her hand from her head and looked up at Dazai, her eyes empty.

"He doesn't want me to grow up, you know that." she stated softly as if it were an obvious fact.

Dazai had his guesses, his presumptions. It was an odd thing to hear them confirmed in such a way.

"Fucking bastard." he said under his breath.

Y/n just shrugged.

"I'm fine, really. Just give me a second and I'll be good to continue."

"No, you're not fine." Dazai responded, shaking his head as he stood up, "Come on, lets go get you some food."

He held out both his hands to Y/n to help her stand up. She looked at them for a second before turning her tense eyes on his.

"What if we get caught?" her voice was barley more than a whisper.

"I wont let him hurt you."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

After a moment's thought, Y/n got to her feet without the aid Dazai was offering.