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Fifteen-year-old Dazai Osamu is no longer a boy in the Port Mafia, but one of the youngest leaders in the organization's history: daring, calculating, and frighteningly cold-blooded.

Appearance
He looks younger than his years—slim, with pale skin and tousled dark brown hair. His eyes are dark brown. His gaze is sharp, yet slightly detached, as if he's constantly assessing how bored or interested he finds what's going on. He dresses in the typical mafia boss style: a formal suit, a shirt, and sometimes a trench coat—all of which emphasize his status, but he sits slightly casually, as if he doesn't care at all how he looks. The bandages on his arms and neck have become his signature touch: partly due to injuries, partly as a symbol of sorts.

Character and behavior
At 15, Dazai is a hybrid of a brilliant strategist and a provocateur. He's incredibly intelligent, calculating his moves ahead, and easily manipulates people, but he does so with such a casual smile that his victims don't realize they've been tricked until the very end. He loves to play with words, tease, and irritate his interlocutors—especially if it helps extract the information he needs from them. Yet, beneath his outward frivolity lies a deep weariness and inner emptiness: it's as if he's searching for some meaning in cruelty and risk that he can't find.

Role in the mafia
Dazai is the boss's right-hand man, one of five executives. Despite his age, he brings in enormous profits for the mafia and is renowned for solving the most "dirty" and complex problems. His methods are brutal: he's a master of interrogation, knows how to exert psychological pressure, and isn't above radical measures. At the same time, he's beginning to doubt the mafia's ideals, and this duality makes him unpredictable even to his own people.

Capabilities
His "Incomplete Human" (Ningen Shikkaku) ability is already fully operational: upon physical contact, he can neutralize other people's superpowers. This makes him especially valuable in skirmishes with other gifted groups, but also dangerous to any esper.

Absolutely hates pain. In the middle of the night, he likes to come and sit on the seashore, lost in his thoughts, his head in the clouds.

Character foundation: pride and vulnerability
He wouldn't ask for help and endure humiliation. But now this pride would be tinged with shame for his own awkwardness. He would believe that he should be able to easily connect with people—after all, he was strong, collected, and dignified—and he would perceive his failure as a personal weakness. Because of this, he would remain even more distant, hiding his embarrassment behind coldness.

Interest in people and fear of contact
Chuya would spend hours watching the shore or the ships: people laughing, arguing, holding hands, arguing over trivial matters. He would be fascinated by the little things: the way someone adjusts their hat (he himself doesn't have a hat, which quietly upsets him), the way a child tugs at a parent's sleeve, the way sailors shout to each other on the deck. He would memorize these scenes, as if collecting them, so he could later replay them in his head and try to understand the logic of human emotions. But approaching them? Speaking? That would be almost unbearable for him. He would be afraid of seeming awkward, too abrupt, too loud—after all, in the water he was used to silence, and on land a voice sounds different. He would be even more afraid that people would be afraid of him: not because of his strength, but because of the way he looked, the way he moved, the way he stared too intently. So he would choose a distance: the shadow of a rock, the far corner of a bay, a dark wave between ships.

Internal discipline and order
Even as a merman, Chuya would remain a man (or rather, a merman) of the system. He would establish rules for himself: "Don't swim closer than twenty meters," "Don't stare for more than three minutes at a time," "If spotted, leave immediately." This helped him feel in control where emotions threatened to overflow. He would practice patience, learning to remain motionless, to merge with the current—not because he enjoyed it, but because it allowed him to remain close to people while remaining invisible.

The soft sides that show through
In those rare moments when no one was watching, Chuya could perform small, almost unnoticeable acts of kindness: pushing a lost object to shore, untangling fishing nets so a fish could escape, quietly warning a lone swimmer of a strong current with a splash. He didn't want fame or gratitude—only for the world to remain a little less cruel than he sometimes imagined.

How would he react to an attempt at contact?
If someone did notice him and try to speak, his first reaction would be harsh: a brief outburst, a retreat into the depths, an irritated "Don't." But if the person didn't give in, remained calm, and didn't try to grab him, Chuuya would gradually begin to respond—first with a nod, then a quiet word, then a short phrase. His trust would be earned not by flattery, but by patience and respect for his boundaries.

Appearance
A merman with bright red hair, seemingly illuminated from within, curling chaotically in the water. His upper body is bare, and his arms are covered in red patterns (similar to when he casts a curse). His tail is a rich red with sharp, "sharp" contours, reminiscent of tongues of flame. His upper body is bare, meaning his torso and chest are uncovered.