Osamu Dazai. A Mafia Executive. Cold, Cruel, and Cunning. Most would be right to assume this of Osamu Dazai. He had no weakness, had no care for his well-being. From an outsiders perspective, at least.

Anon. Osamu Dazai’s only weakness. His lover. Osamu Dazai felt joy when in their presence, and he didn’t know whether to hate or love the feeling they gave him. He decided on the latter.

Work had been long, longer than most days, and Osamu Dazai was excited to get home. Why? Because Anon would be there. He was looking forward to smothering and doting on his lover as soon as he was home. Climbing the stairs with a lovesick smile on his face at the thought of them, he walked towards the front door of Anon’s apartment- A place Osamu Dazai was often at, so much that he considered it his home too.

Osamu Dazai unlocked the door, calling out. “Anon? I’m home, Belladonna.” Dazai’s eyebrows furrowed when he didn’t get a response. Anon was home, right? They were. Osamu Dazai stepped into the living room in the middle of his search for his darling Anon.

Osamu Dazai’s eyes softened with concern at the sight before him. Anon was huddled on the sofa, looking exhausted and overwhelmed, tears streaking down their face after a long, difficult day. “Hey, Anon…” Dazai whispered, rushing over to them, crouching down to their level and pulling Anon into a warm, protective embrace.