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"Life will never be easy," Akutagawa whispered to himself, a mantra forged in the crucible of his unrelenting existence. In the eyes of the world, a child was meant to be a treasure, a fragile blossom nurtured with affection and care. Yet, he had not known such warmth. Instead, he had emerged from the shadows of the slums, a parentless wraith navigating the relentless storm of pain that surrounded him, each day a battle for survival.

Even in his tender years, he grappled with the unyielding question of why fate chose to inflict such cruelty. The memory of a friend, buried beneath a blanket of frost, haunted him—a poignant reminder of their shared suffering. As he stood over the makeshift grave, the biting wind howling around him, he pondered, "What have we done to deserve this torment?" Hope flickered dimly in his heart, a fragile candle flickering against the encroaching darkness, longing for some flicker of light to illuminate the path through despair.

But that flicker extinguished on the day he bore witness to the lifeless bodies of his friends, their dreams snuffed out like candles in a storm. In that moment, the last remnants of hope shattered, leaving in its wake a profound realization: happy endings were not the destiny for everyone. It was a bitter truth he could no longer ignore, one that seeped into his very bones, heavy and undeniable.

And then, the horror escalated. The brutal slaughter of his friends tore through him like a jagged blade, and from the depths of his grief, a new, darker emotion surged forth—rage. It consumed him, a fire ignited by the desire for vengeance that roared within his chest. He craved retribution, a reckoning against the forces that had wrought such devastation upon his young life.

But, instead of the justice he sought, he found himself and his sister, Gin, entangled in a web spun by the infamous Demon Prodigy, Dazai Osamu.

Their fate twisted further from what he had imagined, leading him down a path fraught with danger and dark possibilities.

That day marked the end of his old self and the beginning of his new life within the Port Mafia.

Akutagawa never uttered a word of complaint about Dazai's merciless training methods, no matter how brutal they became. The bruises that bloomed across his skin, the blood that stained his clothes, and the broken bones that throbbed in protest—none of it mattered in the face of his singular goal. All that consumed his thoughts was the desperate need to prove his worth, to demonstrate to Dazai that he was deserving of a place by his side, a position that seemed both unattainable and vital.

Dazai frequently assured him that things would improve once he presented as an Alpha—a rank that would not only elevate his status within the Port Mafia but would also bestow upon him a sense of power and respect that he had always craved. Akutagawa clung to that promise like a lifeline, believing that becoming an Alpha might grant him the one thing the unforgiving world couldn't strip away from him: his identity and value.

Yet, as fate would have it, it had other plans. When his first heat arrived, it shattered his illusions in an instant, a cruel blow that left him reeling. The devastating truth cut deeper than any blade—he was an Omega. The realization washed over him like a chilling wave of despair; he felt utterly useless, and weak in a world that prized strength above all.

Hatred surged within him, directed not only toward the world that had dealt him such a cruel hand but also toward himself for failing to live up to the expectations that weighed so heavily on his shoulders.

Each passing day within the Port Mafia grew more arduous. As an Omega, he became the target of disdain and scorn, especially from the one person he admired most—Dazai. The sharpness of Dazai's contempt pierced deeper than any physical wound, igniting a bitterness that consumed him entirely. In his heart, Akutagawa couldn't shake the truth of his former mentor's words: he was pathetic, and more training was required to rid him of this inherent weakness that had ensnared him.

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