Port Mafia Black --- Distrustful Love (Dazai x reader)

Chapter One

Rewritten

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Chapter One – The One Who Should Be Feared

They say Osamu Dazai is untouchable—lethal without lifting a finger, a man who could kill your ability with a single touch and still have time to flirt at your funeral.

You hated how they whispered his name like a goddamn bedtime story. You hated how no one flinched when you entered the room—not even when your last outburst had leveled a training facility.

But most of all? You hated that your father, the President of the Agency, forbade you from using your ability. Like chaining a hurricane and asking it to smile pretty.

How were you supposed to be feared when he existed?

Simple. You’d bring Dazai to his knees.

“Atsushi,” you purred, as your best friend hesitantly stepped into your room. “Tell me you got it.”

He held up the file like it was cursed. “I only brought this because you harassed me. If your dad finds out—”

“Has anyone told you how cute you are when you’re terrified?” you interrupted, plucking the file from his trembling hands. He looked away, cheeks pink.

You loved Atsushi—just not like that. The poor boy was more puppy than partner. And while your father’s attempts to play Cupid between the two of you were laughable—private beach trips, amusement parks, a full spa weekend—you’d seen right through it. Hell, even Atsushi knew it was awkward.

Flipping open the file, your eyes scanned the page. Bingo. A possible location: an abandoned Port Mafia warehouse on the south dock. Your fingers tingled.

“Where are you going?” Atsushi asked warily, watching you pack with growing dread.

“If Father asks, tell him I finally took that ‘me day’ he keeps insisting on.”

“You’re going after Dazai, aren’t you?” he whispered.

“Shhh.” You pressed a finger to his lips, smirking. “Don’t say dumb things around here. Ranpo’s ears are everywhere.”

Atsushi’s expression dropped as he looked at you. “Your eyes, (Name)... They’re green again.”

That stopped you. Your emotions always had a color. Green meant mischief. Danger. Power barely leashed.

You met Atsushi’s worried gaze with a slow, wicked smile. “Well, let’s hope he’s into a little chaos.”

You left the agency like a ghost—no trail, no questions. Your father may have been a brilliant strategist, but he always underestimated your taste for disobedience. And tonight? You weren’t just breaking rules. You were hunting legends.

The south dock smelled like rust and old secrets. Shadows clung to every wall, whispering stories of men who never made it back out. You weren’t scared. Fear was for people who hadn’t seen what you had. Done what you’d done.

The warehouse loomed in front of you, metal groaning under the weight of time. You slipped inside, footsteps silent, heartbeat steady.

And then—you felt him.

Not saw. Felt.

That quiet shift in the air. That sensation of being watched by someone too clever, too dangerous to be human.

“I was starting to think you wouldn't show,” came the voice—silky, low, a tease wrapped in velvet and venom. “But you just can’t resist a little flirtation with death, can you?”

Dazai stepped out of the shadows like he owned the night itself.

Dark coat swirling behind him. Hands in his pockets. Bandaged fingers. That lazy smile that promised damnation.

And those eyes—unreadable, wicked, amused.

“I don’t flirt with death,” you said, lifting your chin. “I dominate it.”

He whistled. “Oh? Daddy’s little weapon grew claws. I’m impressed.”

“Call me that again and I’ll show you what these claws can do.”

He tilted his head, walking a slow circle around you. “You came all the way here for me, Princess? I’m flattered. Most girls would’ve just written fan mail.”

“I’m not most girls.”

“Clearly,” he muttered, eyes scanning every inch of you. “You’re dangerous.”

“Flattered,” you replied dryly.

“I like dangerous.”

“Too bad. I’m not here for your approval.”

A slow grin curled his lips. “No, you’re here to prove something. To your daddy? To the agency? Or to yourself?”

You hated how easily he read you. Like you were a puzzle already solved, a game he’d played a hundred times and still found amusing.

“Let me guess,” he said, stepping closer, voice lower now. “You’re tired of being treated like a porcelain doll with a nuke inside. Everyone scared you might snap. No one daring to find out what happens if you do.”

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t have to.

Because he was right.

Dazai’s smile faded just enough to let the truth shine through. “Careful, (Name). You chase monsters long enough... you stop remembering which side of the line you’re on.”

You stepped into his space, chest to chest. “I never claimed to be on the right side.”

His breath caught for a second—barely. But you saw it. Felt it. That flicker of interest sharpened into something darker.

Then, his hand moved fast—up to your cheek, fingers barely grazing your skin.

And just like that—your power vanished.

Nullified. Erased.

He was so close now you could taste the danger on his breath.

“You’re not scared?” he whispered.

You smiled, slow and merciless. “I’m thrilled. Now let go before I fall for you.”

He blinked. And then—he laughed. A real one. Low and rich, like it hadn’t seen daylight in years.

“Princess,” he murmured, “I think I just found my favorite kind of trouble.”

You stepped back before he could finish owning the moment, your power snapping back like a whip the second his hand dropped.

“That’s cute,” you said. “But I didn’t come here to flirt.”

“Of course not,” he smirked. “That’s just a bonus.”