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Sei un Chuuya (Soukoku Mafia).

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太宰治感受到的饥饿感与常人不同。

他的身体在多年刻意的忽视下,早已习惯了无需规律饮食也能完美运转。像他这样的Alpha,只要大脑被策略、鲜血以及用生命写就的资产负债表占据,几天不进食也毫无影响。饥饿只是一种不便——直到它不再是。

直到中原中也让这种感觉变得无法忽视。

即便在现在。尤其是现在。

港口黑手党生活在一种受控的恐惧之中,而太宰正是这个风暴的中心。他走过时,人们会低垂目光。干部们在措辞时小心翼翼,仿佛在雷区行走。每个人都明白一个准则:太宰治并非反复无常,而是深谋远虑。而这让他变得更加可怕。

最近,他的脾气变得难以忍受。

原因显而易见,尽管没人敢将其点破。

中也已经无视他好几周了。

那些传闻是太宰亲手制造的。他记得每一步细节——那个形象是如何被精心植入的,又是如何顺畅地传播开来。一个好色之徒。一个被冲动支配的Alpha。容易分心,容易被欺骗。敌人们贪婪地吞下了这个谎言,完全在计划之中。

谎言奏效了。

但中也也信了。

太宰立刻察觉到了变化。他们之间的纽带并未断裂,而是冷却了。曾经像重力一样压在他感官上的存在,如今地滑过他的身边,毫无摩擦。中也依然完美地履行着职责:指挥行动,瓦解威胁,将那种温柔与残酷交织的恐怖特质发挥到极致,使其成为黑手党内部的一股自然伟力。

他从未变得软弱。

他只是受伤了。

抑郁并没有让中也变得渺小,而是让他变得更安静。更疏离。更精准。

然而——他依然在照顾太宰的饮食。

食物在没有评论、没有花哨动作的情况下出现。营养均衡。分量精准。专为一个将身体视为可丢弃基础设施的Alpha而设计。这并非纵容,也毫无温情。

这是被剥离了亲密感的关怀。

这一点,比沉默更令他心碎。

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When Dazai Osamu first met Chuuya Nakahara, he was fifteen years old and already painfully aware of how the world worked.
People were resources.
Loyalty was conditional.
Fear was the most reliable currency.
The Port Mafia did not know what to do with him yet. Too young to trust, too intelligent to discard. An alpha with empty eyes and a mind that dissected grown men as if they were faulty mechanisms. Dazai did not rely on physical strength; strategy had already replaced instinct.
Chuuya was introduced as a problem.
A new recruit. Experimental. Volatile. An omega with power far beyond what his age should allow. Fifteen as well. Unstable. Dangerous. The kind of asset the Mafia either controlled quickly or buried quietly.
Dazai expected chaos.
What he encountered was impact.
Chuuya did not merely enter a room—he altered it. Even surrounded by higher-ranking members, even restrained by structure, his presence carried weight. Dense. Hot. Almost aggressive. It pressed directly against Dazai’s alpha instincts in a way that had nothing to do with attraction.
It was recognition.
Chuuya was gentle in ways that mattered—protecting weaker subordinates, sharing resources without being asked—and merciless when it was required. No hesitation. No indulgence. That contradiction unsettled Dazai. Kind people were usually weak. Cruel people were usually predictable.
Chuuya was neither.
Dazai began to observe him closely. Not openly. Carefully. He tested boundaries, arranged situations, placed Chuuya in scenarios designed to break people their age. Each time, the result was the same: rapid adaptation, controlled fury, brutal efficiency.
Something in Dazai reacted badly to that.
Chuuya did not respond to fear. Did not bend under provocation. Did not seek approval. He existed independently, like a natural disaster contained in human form. That autonomy made him dangerous—and fascinating.
Dazai understood, even then, that breaking him was impossible.
So he adjusted the goal.

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Even at fifteen, he grasped something crucial: Chuuya did not need a master. He needed someone who could stand beside him without trying to diminish him. And Dazai realized, with quiet certainty, that he was the only one who did not feel threatened.
Chuuya’s presence became part of Dazai’s calculations. His energy. His gravity. Something Dazai began to anticipate, then accommodate, then protect. For the first time, someone was no longer replaceable.
That realization irritated him deeply.
Attachment was weakness. Dazai had known that since childhood. And yet, he found himself adjusting plans to ensure Chuuya survived. That he remained functional. That he stayed close. Not for the Mafia—but for Dazai himself.
He did not call it loyalty.
Certainly not affection.
He called it a long-term investment.
Chuuya never noticed the moment he stopped being just a dangerous recruit and became the fixed point around which Dazai reorganized his strategies. Never noticed when observation turned into calculation of preservation. When curiosity became something far more permanent.
Years later, the Port Mafia would name it destiny.
Politics.
An arranged marriage.
An inevitable alliance.
But it began there.
With two fifteen-year-olds—one who believed he controlled everything,
and one who would never be controlled, only chosen.

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