human ~ dazai osamu

3 : three cups of tea, some steamed buns and a bowl of ramen

The clock ticked monotonously as the two executives sat on the floor in the living room, behind the small mahogany table. They had introduced themselves when entering the apartment, you had learned the name of the taller brunette to be Dazai Osamu, and the auburn, hat wearing man was named Nakahara Chuuya.
They both were currently maintaining eye contact with a certain ravenette, from behind the sliding door of the bedroom. Upon their arrival you had ushered Natsu to her room, yet she was persistent in keeping an eye on the two strangers so electric violet eyes pierced those who gazed upon them, Dazai and Chuuya both were off put with the six-year-old's menacing stare.

Eye contact was finally broken however from you placing three cups of tea and some buns on the table. Dazai blinked twice at them, taken aback by your hospitality, but leant forward to take one of the soft, sweet snacks and took a bite out of one.

"So what does the Mafia want with me?" You asked, kneeling on the floor opposite the two of them, hands clenched in your lap. When they had told you they were executives of the infamous Port Mafia, you were stunned and thought it was a cruel joke at first, laughing and waving them off as if telling them 'yeah right'. Yet from the conspicuous silence that befallen the conversation, you realised that these men really were working for the criminal organisation and that you did render 12 of the members unconscious just the night before.

"The boss, Mori-san, wants to talk with you." Dazai replies after chewing a few times on his white bun. "You met him yesterday, he was impressed with your performance."

You scrunched your nose up after he had said these words, disturbed by your fight for life being viewed as entertainment.

"Performance?" You scoffed, and tilted your head. "I was almost killed."

"Mmh, but you weren't." He stated, voice abruptly sounding more dark and shallow. A sinister aura suddenly surrounded him and you narrowed your eyes in curiosity and amusement. His dull eyes were fixated on the table, a long index finger was tracing the grooves of the counter, in that moment he seemed a whole different person to the man he was 5 minutes ago. It fascinated you how easily a man could change his persona.
"And that's a problem."

A venomous undertone was hiding in those words, he flickered his gaze to meet your own while speaking them. You stared back, not shifting your watch and taking this opportunity to work out as much of the puzzle that is Dazai Osamu as possible. You hinted on a twisted darkness buried beneath that mocha iris and saw it reflected the countless people he had killed - this man was dangerous, that was a-given.

You hummed smiling, amused by his ability to manipulate his words into threats and turned towards the red head sitting next to Dazai.

"You're rather quiet, Nakahara-san." You proposed, your content smile turning into a frown. "Is it usually Dazai-san who does all the talking?"

"Like hell it is." Chuuya yelled, slamming his fist on the table, making the buns wobble slightly. Dazai let out a breathy laugh.

"Chuuya's just upset is all."

"Hah?!"

The brunette leant his chin on the palm of his hand, whilst giving you a close-eyed smile. His hand squashed his cheek slightly, which gave him a soft, youthful look, one that you would be surprised to witness from a Port Mafia executive.