Raised in the Mafia, the infamous mystery 'White Reaper' was given a time-off away from work by the Boss. Not knowing what to do, the boy found himself a job at a cafe which so happens to be on the ground floor of the ADA. Or Mafia Atsushi mets the gang in a different way and chaos ensures when a certain Sudical mania fell for him.

Atsushi knows a lot about Dazai: his habits, his hideouts, his heart. He knows it'll take Dazai a while to be completely honest with himself and his feelings. Atsushi, however, can't think of a better time to be honest with his.

❛ 'cause i think i'm not yours. ❜ atsushi sees colorful strings on five of his fingers; and there's one that's tightly wrapped around his neck. he wishes he doesn't have the red string, because at the end of the string is a person he can't have. looped around with the purple color, that tightens around the red string. dazai doesn't see any strings on his fingers; he watches atsushi take in deep shaky breaths and scratch at his neck as if something was there, always leaving a bruising ring. he wishes he could see was atsushi sees, because it seems the light haired boy always shoot dazai a sad gaze. and he always squeezed his pinkie with a bit of pain in his expression, a frown etched on his lips. atsushi wishes he can't see the strings; dazai wishes he could see what the other can see.