Okay, so here's a little bit of background info for anyone who didn't see my last ask. Then we'll get on to the starter hehe.
Zaira and Dazai met when Dazai officially joined the Port Mafia, as Zaira was 16 and already working as an errand boy. They pretty much immediately became comrades as they were close in age.
Fast forward to 17!Dazai and 18!Zaira, they started seeing eachother as sort of friends with benefits. They had huge crushes on eachother, too.
When Oda died, it hit Zaira hard as the man had taken him in as an orphan during his teen years in the port. We all know how Dazai reacted. When Dazai left, he tried to get Zaira to join him, but Zaira refused and stayed to watch over Chuuya, his younger brother figure.
Now they're meeting again for the first time in four years in this rp!! :D
Late in the evening, the Port Mafia headquarters was silent. Most had either already headed off on their missions or were preparing for them.
Zaira, however, had no mission that night. So he'd been tasked with patrolling the headquarters and keeping watch. The only others he knew of being in the building were Mori, Akutagawa, and Chuuya. Oh, and their little captive in the basement.
Osamu Dazai.. how he longed for the name, yet despised hearing it.
Dazai had left him, had betrayed the Port Mafia. But, Zaira couldn't bring himself to hate the man. Not after years of affection and friendship.
Dragged out of his thoughts by a loud clang and Chuuya angrily storming past, the raven haired man drifted his gaze to where Chuuya had emerged from. The basement.
Zaira silently stalked to the now dented door. Due to his heightened senses, he could smell the familiar scent he often reminisced about in his free time, and could hear faint steps of boot against wood, traveling up the stairs.
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Osamu Dazai was a smart man. Of course, he didn't seem that way- all jokes and melodrama rather than the quiet, cold intellect he had shown as a teenager in the Port Mafia.
Still, it wasn't like he had lost his brain when he joined the ADA, and his predicament now was a great example of that. He had gotten captured by the Port not too long ago, and subsequently broken free.
Dazai wanted nothing for more than to strut straight into Mori's office and flaunt his freedom once more, but he knew better. All petty desire aside, he had a job to do and that required escaping unnoticed..after he had poked fun at good old Chuuya, of course.
But now the other man was gone and he was ready to leave, his bandaged wrists free of the chains he had arrived in and his legs moving him slowly towards the door. He was quiet about it, the steps almost imperceptible..but maybe not quiet enough.
