(I don't think anyone would find or read it but anyways (ﾉﾟ0ﾟ)ﾉ→)
A child that never owned a last name. A child that was joined in the depth of hell, a abandoned child "what will happen to you now, Masumi?"
:this story is strictly platonic!!
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Dazai went missing… it was normal for Dazai to go missing back at the port mafia, no one really cared since he always comes back.
Masumi looked at the agency wondering if she's even a hostage anymore, at first she was sceptical since she's a part of the port mafia so it would be easy to get information out of her, but they looked like they didn't give a shit.
Looking down at her lap as she slightly scratched her neck a little, she knew her skin condition wouldn't get better but she couldn't stop. She knew she could just leave since they weren't stopping or even actually properly holding her hostage, she had so many options to go back, she could literally just pause time and go.
She saw the doctor walk out of a small office yawning. She wasn't in the mood speaking to anyone, she kind of just wanted to think since she never really socialised except going on missions. She noticed everyone gone except Atsushi, hearing how they were going shopping or whatever. She had no time for shopping or helping right now, which was weird since she likes helping. Masumi stood up from the chair looking around, she needed to find Dazai, of course he probably went missing for a reason but he might need her- but did he really now? He left for four years which proved that he can go on without her help.
Masumi completed whether or not she should go find him, if he needed her then he might have made some signal that she needed to find him.
3 . . . 2 . . . 1
There was a blue tint in the air, she paused time. She watches Yosano and Atsushi stand in place when walking out. She walked past them before going down stairs out the Agency, she was going to walk around to clear her mind, so much has happened. Chuuya probably didn't need her either, she walked down the streets looking around at everyone paused in place, once she was a little away from the agency she unpause time.
Masumi kept walking, the more she thought about whether or not Dazai needed her the more she felt the need to go back, Chuuya probably didn't need her. When thinking back to Chuuya he never asked her to do much, what type of person do they take her for. She instantly shook the feelings off.
“Something's wrong with me…” Masumi mumbled to herself, maybe once she cleared her mind she'll forget about this stupid thought. She soon noticed something catching the corner of her eyes, it was an alligator plush, it looked quite oddcute- she shouldn't get distracted, distraction could get herself killed…
… It was a good opportunity to waste, one distraction couldn't just cause her to die. Of course she used her ability again, pausing time then stealing the plush. She looked at it before pulling it close towards her. One distraction is fine. She looked at it, seeing the big orange-yellow eyes with big black pupils. It was quite funny but a little cute and it went up to her knees. She wondered what Dazai would think.
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See“Hm, Masumi, come on.” Dazai looked behind him, seeing that Masumi stopped. She already stopped when looking at the koi fish, but now she stopped again, some weapon she is. Masumi looked up at the older boy before pointing to the window with a turtle.
