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In those two, long years between the Mafia and the Agency, Dazai had, rather childishly, thought that joining the Agency would make him happier. More whole. That it would be better than the Mafia.
(Because it was what Odasaku wanted him to do.)
But Dazai isn’t happier. He doesn’t feel more whole, and the Agency, to him, is no better a place to spend his time than the Mafia is. If anything, it’s worse. He’s bored more often. He rarely gets to do much of anything, and when he does have something to do, it’s nothing like the scale of what his duties in the Mafia had been.
In the Agency, there are no organization-destroying plots to think up. No finances to organise and raise. No troops he can order around. No Mori to outwit. No Odasaku and Ango to drink with. No Chuuya.
There’s also a severe lack of action and fighting and violence and blood and sorrow, all things that Dazai thrives in, and even enjoys on the days he feels anything at all.
(Odasaku wanted him to be a better person, to be a good man, but he will never be a good man, and he knows it.
He can never be a good man, but he can be on the side of good.)
Annoying Kunikida occasionally gives him a spark of amusement, but Chuuya used to give him flames because of his anger and rage. They just don’t compare. Neither Yosano or Fukuzawa are nearly as entertaining as Mori. He knows he can’t treat Atsushi like he used to Akutagawa, because Odasaku would’ve disapproved.
All in all, Dazai is unbearably, terribly bored at the Agency.