You Deserve Better (Osamu Dazai x Reader)

Chapter 3: Dazai, Chuuya, (Y/n), Fifteen Years Old - Part 2

(Season 3, Episode 1)

-Time Skip to the Port Mafia Headquarters-

Chuuya was restrained to Mori's office to be interrogated, while Dazai and I persisted in our investigation of the rumor. Shortly after, we received summons to join Mori in his office.

As Dazai and I opened the door, we stepped into the vast room. There, Chuuya was bound to a chair, his hands and feet secured within yellow cubes. Randou's ability.

"Ah, Dazai, (Y/n), you've arrived," Mori stated the obvious.

"Hey, you're that kid with a death wish from yesterday!" Chuuya growled. "And you're- Who are you?"

"I literally restrained you yesterday!" I retorted.

"And I see you're as lively as ever." Dazai sighed, not even sparing him a glance. "Thanks to you, I'm sporting some bad injuries here." He spun around to display his right arm, which was encased in a cast and supported by a sling.

Mori smiled; hands poised thoughtfully beneath his chin. "Having only known each other for a day, you three really seem to have hit it off." 

"Huh?"

"Now then, I'd like to talk to you about what happened the other day, Chuuya," Mori began. "Rando, would you please release him?"

"Sir, I don't believe that would be very prudent." The man, wrapped in a scarf and jacket, shivered. "This boy is quite dangerous."

"I have measures in place," the Boss admitted. "By the way, Randou, you look colder than usual. Are you alright?"

"Much to my embarrassment, I'm freezing," Randou said. "I feel I could die at any minute."

"You're cold?" Chuuya turned his head to face the man behind him. "Dressed in all that?"

"You may step down," Mori announced.

"Thank you, sir. If you would excuse me." Randou spun around and exited the room.

"It's not even remotely cold in here." Chuuya glanced back, massaging his wrists that had just been released. "Clearly, he's just a wuss."

"Believe it or not he's a secondary executive and an excellent ability user," Mori revealed.

"Whatever, that dude doesn't interest me."

"Mori, can we get to business already?" Dazai complained.

Yeah, why are we here?

"Oh, my apologies. Moving on. Would you be interested in affiliating with the Port Mafia, Chuuya?"

Well, that was to the point.

The boy growled, unleashing his power of gravity manipulation. The carpet around him twisted and contorted, eventually creating a crater at the center of the office.

"Well, I suppose I should've expected that," Mori sighed. "I still believe that our goals are probably in alignment. Give it some time and think it over. You can make a decision after we determine what we can offer each other."

"Don't you dare make it sound so easy!" Chuuya furrowed. "You forget what you've done to this city?"

"Our previous boss's rampage." The Boss continued where Chuuya left off. "It was he and his tyrannical rule that led this city into a state of chaos, and still haunts people to this day. But he is no longer with the living. I witnessed his passing myself. That's why, if rumors exist that his rule of violence and terror has returned, we must discover their origins. For the protection of our people."