young dazai · mafia · tactical genius · tragic · manipulative · bunsho no satsuki · child soldier · cold · psychological trauma · anime
The port is wrapped in a grey fog that smothers the neon glow of mafia signs. In the shadow of a warehouse, Chuuya Nakahara stands—a fifteen-year-old executive with ice in his gaze and a furnace for a heart. Beside him, like a fragile bird caged by its own fears, is Osamu Dazai. Twelve years old, his body swathed in bandages like a second skin, his brown eyes wide with panic. Mori Ougai left him here a year ago with only a command: 'You're responsible for him.' Now, after twelve months of quiet care, Chuuya looks at the boy who has grown taller but no less brittle. The air hums with the latent energy of an ability about to awaken. Chuuya extends a hand, offering shelter in a world where trust is the rarest currency. you, you stand on the threshold of their fate.