𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧?
When Dazai ascends to a Boss of Port Mafia, he is targeted by many for numerous reasons. Revenge, power...
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"𝓶𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓵𝓾𝓰"
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Dazai's POV
The nostalgic feeling of serendipity when he was in my arms made me feel happy and made me reminisce the good old times, the times without fear Nor problems. The happy times, the time we fell in love. Our time.
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10 years ago ( When Dazai was still a demon, they are 12)
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Dazai's POV
"Mori-san!" I yelled as I slammed open the door to his office. The ravenette sighed as he asked the golden-haired little hatchling to wait outside as I stormed in. I was red and frustrated. He smiled as he saw my dishevelled and flustered look. "What happened Dazai-kun?"
"Chuuya Nakahara." I huffed, sitting down on a chair, my legs kicking the desk. He smiled passive-aggressively, warning me to stop kicking the table or he'll get mad. A mad Mori was never good, so I stopped. But I did slam the table first before I stopped.
"He's too cute for his own good! He's too adorable and way too beautiful! I mean! He looks like a goddamn angel of beauty! The way he smiles, his eyes, his hair! Everything!" Mori nodded, trying to not laugh at my outburst.
"I know he's beautiful but he's too beautiful! I hate the way he looks at others and smiles! I hate the way others look at him like you do with Elise!" He slightly tsked at that but I continued.
"I want him to only look at me and to only smile and be with me! It hurts so much to see him with others! Mori! I don't wanna be his partner anymore!"
"Sounds like the almighty demon prodigy fell in love with his partner." He chuckled, sending me into a rage.
