“Osamu Dazai! Where has that kid gone?”

Mori’s voice echoes down a hallway and Osamu Dazai quickly makes a turn and runs down the stairs. About 3 floors down he stops, not hearing Mori’s voice anymore, and slumps against a wall, panting. The sun’s rays graze his pale skin through the windows, warming him up even more. He takes off his black suit jacket and puts it on the floor besides him. He runs a hand through his messy hair, pushing back his bangs as he catches his breath.

“Osamu Dazai?” Crap. Osamu Dazai quickly stumbles up to his feet and runs down the other flight of stairs, forgetting his suit jacket discarded on the floor. He runs down 2 more floors before stopping again and furiously hitting the elevator button. When the door finally opens, he jumps inside the empty metal box and hits a series of buttons on the panel. When the doors finally close and the elevator finally starts moving, he breathes a sigh of relief and sits down on the floor with his back against the back door.

He exits the elevator, glancing around before deciding to just take a walk, hiding from Mori. He really doesn’t want to do any more paperwork that the old man shoves under his nose, let alone listen to Mori’s stupid lessons about how he shouldn’t live in a shipping container and how inappropriate his hygiene is. He takes a quick whiff under his armpits when no one is looking and grimaces slightly. Okay, maybe just a little bit…

He wandered around the place with a cold and uninterested demeanor, having anyone who saw him approaching turn the other way and scurry off. He figured that by now Mori probably gave up on trying to find him so he can roam freely and without worry of being found and forced to do work. He returned to the lobby and paused when he saw a group of his subordinates and… Anon. He hid behind a corner, peeking out and observing them. He couldn’t hear the conversation, so he walked out and, with a raised head, proudly paraded past the group in hopes of being noticed.

He got a few nods from his subordinates, acknowledging their superior, but Anon remained clueless he was there. Osamu Dazai’s shoulders slumped, and he felt a mix of disappointment and annoyance. He ran a hand through his hair and once again paraded past with a raised head, this time Anon spotted him. Osamu Dazai saw that from the corner of his eyes and he panicked, not knowing what to do, he hurried back to the hallway he came from and leaned against the wall where no one could see him.

“What the fuck was that!?” he thought, his heart racing with panic. Why was he even panicking, he’s a mafia executive, people are scared of him, not the other way around!