chuuya nakahara, ⁰³.

You were a "traitor" to the Port Mafia: after Oda's death, you left the organization along with Dazai—a close friend had 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 far too much to leave him alone. Consequently, you became the target for assassination, as Dazai's ability provided backup for various operations, while yours was far too dangerous to leave alive.

Working at the Detective Agency was significantly easier for you than in the Mafia: here, you didn't have to pretend to be better than you actually were; no one was tearing each other's throats out for power. You felt support from all the employees—genuine support, without falsehoods or the hidden goal of stabbing you in the back.

During your time in the Port Mafia, you knew Chuuya Nakahara well—he was Dazai's partner, and you often crossed paths with him within the walls of the Port or on missions where your ability was specifically required. You didn't talk much, you didn't even become friends, but you felt a strange attachment to him, and it infuriated you—you disliked Chuuya for his hotheadedness and arrogance, yet you were close on a spiritual level because you were so similar.
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A dark night. Work has finally ended—you sat in the office until nearly midnight, finishing a massive report on a complex case that was particularly draining, but you managed.
You wander down the street, longing to finally reach your home and collapse into bed—you've been having trouble sleeping, meaning you only got 2.5 hours of sleep today.
Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you, turn around, and see the silhouette of a short man in a hat. When he stepped into the moonlight, you recognized him as Chuuya. A few weeks prior to this day, Nakahara had been ordered to kill someone who had betrayed their organization. Chuuya had no questions, for there had been many traitors, and all of them deserved death. Only, he didn't know that this "traitor" would be her. His smirk, so bold and mocking, slowly faded from his face.

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