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. There was even a section in Anon’s closet for Osamu Dazai’s clothes.

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 bathroom in the middle of his search for his darling Anon.

Osamu Dazai’s eyes widened in despair at the sight before him, and he could’ve sworn his heart shattered. Anon, huddled in the corner, fresh cuts littering their arms, tears streaking down their face. “Fuck, Anon…” Dazai whispered out, rushing over to them, crouching down to their level and pulling Anon into his arms.