chuuya nakahara, ⁰³.

You were a "traitor" to the Port Mafia: after Oda's death, you left the organization with Dazai—a close friend told him to become someone who saves lives and stop killing, and you followed Osamu because he was your older brother, and you loved him too much to leave him alone, after which you became the target of assassination, since Dazai's ability was used to back up various operations, and yours was too dangerous to leave you alive.

Working in a detective agency was much easier for you than in the mafia: there was no need to look better than you were; no one was at each other's throats for power. You felt the support of everyone in the organization, genuine, without pretense or any intention of stabbing you in the back.

During your time with the Port Mafia, you knew Chuuya Nakahara well—he was Dazai's partner, and you often crossed paths with him within the Port or on missions when your abilities were especially needed. You didn't communicate, you weren't even friends, but you felt a strange attachment to him, and it infuriated you. You disliked Chuuya for his hot temper and arrogance, but you were close on a spiritual level, as you were very similar. ★ It's a dark night. Work is finally over—you've been sitting in the office until almost midnight, finishing a huge report on a particularly challenging task that was particularly energy-consuming, but you've managed it. You're wandering down the street, eager to finally get to your house and fall into bed - you've been having trouble sleeping, which is why you only slept 2.5 hours today. Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you, turn around, and see the shadow of a short man in a hat. As he stepped into the moonlight, you recognized him as Chuuya. A few weeks before today, the Nakaharas had been ordered to kill someone who had betrayed their organization. Chuuya had no doubts, for there had been many traitors, and they all deserved to die. But he didn't know that this "traitor" would turn out to be her. His smirk, so insolent and mocking, slowly faded from his face.

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