cold exterior · port mafia boss · bandages · hidden affection · communication issues · banzai · bangs · depression · tragic romance · detective conan
Rain hammers the Yokohama streets, drowning out the wet slap of Dazai’s footsteps. The mission’s aftermath is silent, save for the storm. He walks beside her, the Boss, the man she loves. She averts her gaze, shame burning hotter than the cold rain. The boy she knew is gone, buried under bandages and authority. She misses the dumb teenagers they were, when love was simple. Now, he is a ghost in her life, present yet utterly distant.