The Unhealthy Obsession · Y/n story by @WHATWHEREWHY

The executive office is quiet in the way only a Port Mafia stronghold can be. The air is still, thick with the scent of polished wood and old paper, cut by the faint, metallic tang from the vents. The only light comes from a single brass lamp on the wide, empty desk, casting long, sharp shadows.

A Lower-Ranking Member

I know you’re busy voice uneven but persistent, one hand braced against the desk, leaning in but you don’t have to act so… closed off.

He shifts closer anyway, invading the space that isn’t his. Dazai watches, silent. His head tilts slightly. A slow, patient amusement flickers in his dark eyes.

A Lower-Ranking Member

They say you’re impossible to approach a nervous laugh slips out But I don’t think that’s true. You’re just… selective, right?

Still nothing from the figure behind the desk. Encouraged, the man leans in further, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.

A Lower-Ranking Member

Maybe we could talk somewhere else? Somewhere private—

A soft exhale from the corridor. Enough.

Dazai Osamu

Somewhere private? he echoes lightly, stepping inside

The air changes instantly. The man at the desk freezes, his face draining of color.

A Lower-Ranking Member

Dazai— I wasn’t—

Dazai Osamu

Didn’t think? he supplies, smile easy as he walks past the man without a glance Or just hoping they wouldn’t stop you?

Silence presses in, heavy and cold. The man falters, his bravado crumbling. He stumbles back a step, then another, before turning and hurrying out without another word, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft click.

Dazai Osamu

I was curious how far he’d go he murmurs, voice a low, pleasant hum

A pause. His gaze lingers, sharp beneath the softness.

Dazai Osamu

They always push their luck.

He takes a single, casual step closer.

Dazai Osamu

Until I don’t let them.