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~ Oda ~

I'm Oda Sakunosuke. I've been working for the Port Mafia for about a year and a half now after the executive Dazai Osamu offered me a place in the organization. I really only took the offer to keep me from getting killed by a separate organization , which I angered.

“Odasaku!” He called out. “Dazai what is it now?” I sighed, Dazai barged into my house unannounced. “There's a new person! He's an accountant or something like that, name's Ango Sakaguchi. Let's go meet him!” Before I could turn him down, He yanked my arm and began dragging me to the Port Mafia Headquarters.

We ended up in an office that was in the back of the library. I've never been here before, hell I didn't even know it existed. There was a man at the desk looking down towards a book, and was interrupted when Dazai yelled out. “Sakaguchi!” “Huh?...oh.” He looked up, He was in a suit, slicked black hair and round glasses. It felt like his glare was piercing through me, but it made my heart beat faster. He began scolding Dazai for his smell, but I just stared, Ango Sakaguchi. I don't care if I just met him, his last name can be Oda. 

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After a long day I decided to go to Bar Lupin, where me, Ango, and Dazai Would frequently drink together. However, Dazai had stated earlier today that he would not be going tonight due to some job that he was given by Mori, although I couldn't care less, he just rants about anything, I don't really know what exactly, I tune him out. I walked in and as usual Ango was sitting at the bar, in his usual seat.

“You're here rather late.” He greeted me. I pulled up my sleeve to reveal my watch, ‘10:36’. “Hm, I suppose I am.” I say as I sit down next to him, “I was rather busy…Whiskey please.” I call out to the bartender. “So, where's Dazai?” He asked me, taking a sip of his glass of water. I never understood why he only drank tomato juice or water, he never has any whiskey, which in my opinion is stupid, you can’t relax with Tomato Juice for christ sake. “He was assigned something for tonight.” I sighed. “Interesting.” I received my glass of whiskey and took a sip. “Yeah, So, How was work?” Ango began ranting about his day, and that led to him complaining about Mori.

It was strangely quiet with Dazai gone, and because there was no one in between us, I could get a clear view of Ango. Strands of his black hair had begun falling in front of his face, specifically his glasses, covering parts of his eyes. His face had turned irritated as he had to keep moving it out of his face. I don't understand what it was about that, but something about him doing that was.. well I don't know. I kind of want to be the one to be moving the hair from his face.

“Oda.” He groaned. “You asked me a question, and aren't gonna pay attention?” He slammed his glass down, startling me. “I apologize, You just started ranting about Mori, and I couldn't really help with that, I have never really spoken to him more than once.” I explained, however he still looked annoyed, hm… He raised an eyebrow as he looked at me. “Why are you smirking? What are you thinking about now.” He asked, smiling, although I could just be imagining it.

Shit. 

I didn't even notice I was smirking. “Nothing.” “Nothing?” “Yes, Nothing.” That's a lie. Ango has been working in the Port Mafia for a little over a month now, but since the moment I met him, something about him drew me towards him. Maybe it was his put-together appearance. Maybe it was his priorities. Maybe it was just him.

“It's quiet without Dazai isn't it.” He spoke again, taking me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, we don't have to keep a teenager from doing stupid shit.” I chuckled. surprisingly so did he. I saw him look down at his watch and then stand up. “It's been a bit eh? I'll get going.” “Maybe we should do this again.” I blurted out without thinking as I stood up.” “Do what?” I can't just not explain now, I might as well go for it. “Get a drink without Dazai, It's Relaxing.” He stared for a few moments in confusion before he spoke again. “It is nice not listening to suicide methods every five minutes..” He muttered. “But this was just a one off thing, he'll be back.” He walked past me and left. 

I waited a few minutes before I left. I was so stupid, why did I blurt that out? What was I even asking, I guess I was asking him out… In a dumb way. I smacked myself on the forehead, still embarrassed. I walked to my house and quickly made my way to my bed, and collapsed.

Disappointingly I didn't sleep long however. My phone began ringing, and who else would it be other than Dazai. I groaned and sat up, answering the phone because technically he was my boss, I didn't have another option.

“Dazai, what is it you need? It's almost midnight now.” 

“I just wanted to let you know, there's this party happening next week, you should attend.” 

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “So you're telling me you called me to let me know of a party that's happening next week? I don't go to parties.” 

“...There's Gonna be whiskey?.. ugh C'mon Odasaku!” He whined. “Have some fun!”

“I'll think about it okay? I just wanna sleep now.” I sighed. 

“Chuuya!-”

I suppose he was still on the mission, and got distracted;so I hung up, put my phone on do not disturb, and laid back down. Maybe Ango will go to the party, he hates interacting with other members though..so I'd doubt it.

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~ Ango ~

I got home rather late last night, close to midnight. I was with Oda until 11:30, talking about work. He didn't do much talking, he never really does. I must admit he was acting a bit strange. He would just zone out, and not the usual zone out like he does when Dazai is speaking abput Suicide, but like he was staring at something. He wouldn't admit what though.

Once I arrived home after Lupin, my phone began to ring immediately, it was Dazai. I had to answer it because technically, he was my boss. In short he was just talking about a work party that's happening next week. I don't even know what it's for, I don't intend on going, but I'm sure the executive will drag me out to it anyways, I do tend to be the voice of reasoning out of the three of us, Oda doesn't care enough to be the voice of reason.

I sat up on my bed after reflecting on last night, and grabbed my glasses from my nightstand, putting them on quickly. I wake up relatively early, six in the morning, sure it's not the earliest, but Dazai wakes up at eleven. Which honestly explains why he does a lot of night jobs. 

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At 6:30, I walked into the library, and usually, I'm the first one there, but this time Dazai was grinning at me, sitting at my seat, and Oda was pinching the bridge of his nose, and shaking his head. “Dazai, What are you doing?” “Ango! You never told me if you'd be going to the party next week, Mori wants me to get a headcount of who's going.” He explained. “If I truly had a choice, No, No I wouldn't.” That answer caught Oda's attention. “What do you mean you don't have a choice!~” Dazai snickered. “You would drag me there anyways.” I sighed. He stared for a few moments then got out of my chair. “You know me so well, you gotta live a little Ango, you order Juice at a bar.” He groaned. “Have you ever even dated anyone?!” He accused. No, No I haven't, never really liked anyone in that sense. I've been too busy with school, or work to look for someone. “I'll take that as a no… C'mon Oda!” 

Dazai and Oda left, but I guess I'm going to the party now, maybe he's right that I need to live a little, but then again, I've never been one to ‘live a little’. I'd go out, but just with myself, to relax. No girls have really caught my eye so I've never asked anyone out. If I'm being honest, I'd consider Oda and Dazai one of my first friends…Partially because they forced me to. I laughed to myself as I sat down, and begun work for the day. 

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I sighed as the clock hit noon, I may immerse myself in my work, but I absolutely despise overtime. Especially if it isn't paid. So although I still have a few pages left, I put my pen and calculator down, and separate myself from my desk, and leave.

Due to my job, I'm usually separate from everyone else when it comes to jobs, I really only know the jobs of Dazai, Oda, and Nakahara because he is spoken of by Dazai frequently. However Oda is known as the member who doesn't kill, which differentiates him from everyone else, in a different manner than me however. 

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I walk into the common lounge, making myself tea. There is liquor, as well as beer and coffee here, but I don't drink, always being afraid of losing the filter I have if I get tipsy. As I wait for my tea to get done, I only have the commotion going on outside to listen to.

“Elise Dear! Come on, we have to go!” 

“No!”

 

“I'm still growing you ass!”

“Sure you are… How long have you been 5'3?”

“Dazai please stop being immature.”

“Ugh, Fine..”

I hear a ding, “My tea's ready.” I mutter, as I remove the tea bag, and throw it away. The door of the lounge opens and I see a familiar face. With his black shirt, beige-brown coat, pale Grey pants, reddish hair, and light stubble, he walked in. God I wish I had a stubble.

“Ah, Ango, Good to see you here.” Oda spoke, avoiding eye contact. “Mhm, Just wanted some tea before I went back to work.” He nodded, finally making eye contact, and he froze. “Oda?” I said after waiting a few moments. “O-Oh… My fault I'm just tired.” He sputtered out, dismissing it. “I think you should get checked out. If you keep freezing like that, that could be bad.” I pointed out, but he ignored me as he grabbed a snack from the cabinet. 

I never really noticed the height between the two of us, It's not a whole lot, but it's enough to make me tilt my head slightly when talking to him. I quickly shook my head to keep myself from diving into my thoughts and changed the subject. “So, I'm assuming Dazai is making you go to the party?” I chuckled. “..I suppose. I mean someone else is go- ” He blurted out, and immediately cut himself off. He's going for someone else? I never thought that Oda would go for someone else, there's Koyo I suppose. “Just ignore that.” He groaned. 

Recently he's been having issues with blurring stuff out, like last night at Lupin, I'm not sure what's wrong with him, maybe I could use my ability, but that's quite invasive. “You've been here For a while, what are the work parties like?” I question, putting my now empty glass into the sink. “Oh,” He Finished chewing the chips he grabbed, “Not much, There's gambling, alcohol, Mori is usually absent, as well as Koyo because they couldn't trouble themselves with the parties.”

Koyo is absent? But then who could he have been speaking about?”

“Oh, and there's various games, axe throwing, board games, things like that.” He finished explaining. That sounds interesting to watch, I'm not one to participate in axe throwing, but I'd like to see someone else do it. I looked back towards Oda and Although half his face was facing away, he still looked flustered. His cheeks were a pinkish color, and his eyes were giving a look I've never seen before, I don't think I could explain it, the only word I can think of is charming. I instinctively swallowed nothing. I don't know why.

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~Oda~

This is so embarrassing.  I keep blurting things out. But I can't help but smile, once I blurted that out he began to think, and oh he did, he has a look when he thinks long and hard, and it makes me happy I guess. I feel my face turn hot. I look down at the metal sink, although the reflection isn't clear, I can see I'm red. I'm hoping he doesn't notice, but who am I kidding. It's obvious. 

“...Well I'll get going now.” He spoke,  walking past me, and not turning back.

I need to tape my mouth shut. I cover my mouth, he'll catch on eventually . 

I awkwardly laugh to myself as I leave the lounge, and run into Ozaki. “Ah, Oda, you finally got your feelings out of the way?” She used her ability to block me from walking further.

“Hm?” “You aren't good at hiding things Oda.” She clicked her tongue in her mouth, shaking her head. “Just ask the accountant out and get it over with.” She sighed, and I could tell she was disappointed, or annoyed, with me, probably both.

I felt a lump in my throat and ran my fingers through my hair. “I..Uh–” “Go to the party and deal with it then. I don't even know you that well and you're just…well…obvious.” She scolded. “Have a nice day.” “You too Ozaki.” I awkwardly replied, not knowing what else to say. She then turned around. She began to walk and deactivated her ability, allowing me to leave.

Okay… I'm gonna do it..I have to at this point

~~~

A week later, I finished my work and began to walk to bar Lupin. I know there’s gonna be alcohol at the party, but I want to arrive at the party with some whiskey in my system, hopefully that will help me be a little more confident to speak to Ango.

“Huh, funny seeing you here.” Dazai chuckled as I walked into Lupin. He wasn't wrong, it was three in the afternoon, I usually show up after seven, which is usually when I'm done working, but I took off a little bit early today.

“Yeah, I wanted to get a drink before I went to the party.” I sat down, asking for the usual. “There's alcohol at the party though?” He tilted his head slightly, confused. “I–Uh.. wanna prepare for the party.” I explain, however Dazai's facial expression makes it clear that he isn't buying it. He began stirring his drink, and sighed. “Uhuh..Well have fun with that I suppose. I'm not sure what you have to prepare for, it's the same as last year.”

I saw him grin, showing that he knew I was full of bullshit. I let out a sigh and took a sip. “...I'm planning on doing something at the party, and need something to push me to do it.” I explain. “And that is???” He questions. “That doesn't concern you until later.” I put my glass down, and change the subject. “Ugh..Really Odasaku!” He whined. “C’mon! Tell me!!!” He complained. “I think I’m good.” I looked over to him and he gave me a glare, not one to actually scare me, but one that was just annoyed. He let out a dramatic groan, but dropped the subject.

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After around an hour, I left and walked home. I wanted to work on my novel before I went to the party. I walked into the kitchen, dropped my bag on the counter, and sat at the table. My dining table was rarely used for food, my laptop was sitting in front of me, and papers were sprawled out over the table, which I used to plan out my Novel. I organize all the papers into a stack to clear off the table, and make it look more neatI take a deep breath, and begin typing.

Honestly, Trying to write after I've had a few drinks probably wasn't the smartest, but I just needed to relax a bit before I went. I need to tell him. And I can still write some sensible words before I leave, sure when I look back on it, I’ll think I was high, or on some sort of drugs, but it’ll be fine. If it really is that bad, I can edit it later, but I personally highly doubt that.

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I spend a good amount of time writing, I check my watch again. “5:34..” I mutter as I get up, and walk up to my bedroom to get ready. The party does start at 6:15, I don’t understand why it couldn’t be a normal time like 6:00 or 6:30. I looked down and realized my shirt and pants were both dirty. I sighed and quickly changed.

Eh, Why not

I then changed socks, and put on my beige socks. I walked to my closet, which held a few of my coats, and grabbed my favorite one.

I wasted five minutes debating on whether I should wear my coat to the party or not, I really like the coat, but if I got wasted, I wouldn't want to ruin it. My mind begun to drift to thoughts I didn’t think they would ever drift to.

Maybe if I wore it, Ango could take it off for me… then maybe I could feel his hands against my skin and–

I snapped back to reality, I slowly lifted my hand to feel my cheek and felt my face get hot. I quickly shook my head as I settled on not wearing the jacket, hopefully that deters me from doing anything…well..irrational let’s just say.

Ugh, why am I like this?

I sigh, hitting my head against the wall, not enough to truly hurt, I’m not Dazai, but enough to knock some sense into me. I don’t wanna blurt out things while talking to him, especially things like that. I’m sitting in my bathroom, styling my hair a bit, and then brush my teeth before leaving. Once I exit my bathroom once again, I look at the clock in my room, “5:58”, Crap, I need to leave, now.

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I'm still a few minutes away when the clock hits six-fifteen, and I'm almost immediately bombarded by calls from Dazai, and sigh before answering the sixth one.

“Dazai, What Is it?” I ask. “Where are you?” He groaned. “I'm running late, I should be there in five minutes. Is that a problem?” “Usually you're way against being late. But fineee, I guess that's understandable.” He hung up the phone before I could reply again. I stuffed my phone back into my jacket.

I pass by many people on the way there, but every man with glasses I pass I have to snap my head to look back, because I keep mistaking them for Ango. God why do I keep doing this. I’m already desperate enough to go to the party mainly just for Ango, yes I’m partially going to make sure Dazai doesn’t, or at least try to, kill himself, like he did last year. Although Ango is an extra reason to go, which I can actually look forward to. Along with the fact that Ozaki is getting irritated by me not saying my feelings. I don’t understand why, I’ve only liked him since he got here. 

My eyes finally met the entrance of the Port Mafia HeadQuarters, Opening the door I spotted lights coming from upstairs. I walk upstairs and into a large conference room. There are tables in the back wall, and colorful lights all over the room.

My eyes scan around the room, Dazai is messing with Chuuya, the twins were just hanging at a table talking, Koyo is surprisingly here, and is keeping Kajii from using his lemon explosions, But none of them are who I’m looking for, My eyes pause on Ango. He’s in the furthest corner with his back against the wall, nearby the table with drinks and snacks.

Ango is dressed in his usual brown suit, and… He’s holding a drink in his hands? 

Is that an actual drink? That’s weird. Never knew he was capable of drinking.

I chuckled to myself as I walked past everyone else in the room, and arrived at the table. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and walked to the corner where Ango was. 

“Ah, Ango. Surprised you aren’t drinking tomato juice.” I tease. “Oh be quiet , Oda.” He laughs, “He looks up towards me, but doesn’t move his head.

… Oh–uhm, shit…

“Dazai went on a whole rant about how I needed to ‘live a little’, so I might as well, right?” “Yeah.” I walk closer to him, standing about a foot away, facing the same way he was. Which was towards everyone else, and what was going on. 

“So, Dazai said you went to Lupin before the party, why?” He questioned. “Oh it was nothing really.” I shrugged, trying to dismiss his question. “Hm…What exactly were you preparing for?” “I– Well just interacting with people.” I chuckled, and paused. I didn’t even look over to her yet and I felt Ozaki glaring at me, but then I looked up, and she was scolding Kajii. Ango raised an eyebrow but didn’t push forward. 

The two of us sat in silence for a bit, just observing everyone else. They weren’t doing too much though. It was entertaining watching Chuuya getting more irritated with Dazai, but Kajii was just making me concerned. Personally I don’t want to get blown up by his lemon explosives. However Dazai keeps trying to push him to using it, pissing Chuuya off.

“You suicidal maniac! Just because you want to explode, doesn’t mean we do!!!”

“But Chu~ya!~”

“No!”

“He and Nakahara concern me.” Ango spoke.

 We weren’t interacting much, but I would glance over to him, his glasses would almost glow, his eyes were being lit up because of the light reflecting off of his glasses, and the light hitting his eyes directly. He’s a lightweight for sure. He’s starting to get a bit tipsy, I’m not sure what he’s drinking, but it’s probably wine. Someone of his class would never drink vodka or whiskey, a shame, but understandable. 

“Hey Ango, what did you get to drink?” I ask, not because I really want to know, but I want to start a conversation, I can’t just go, hey I’m interested in you , randomly. That’s just weird.

He turns his head and tilts it up slightly, I can feel my heart beat faster. I don’t even understand why. “Just some wine, Why?” He’s speaking slower than usual, and stumbling a bit, even while he’s just standing against the wall. I sigh, and debate taking his glass, but I decide not to. However when, or if, he tries to get another glass I’ll simply block him.

“I was just wondering,” I lock eyes with him, if he’s drunk he won’t remember this, “Not surprised someone of your class would drink red wine.” I smile. He paused and just stared. I screwed up didn’t I? “Well thank you Oda–saku.” He muttered and gave me a warm smile. 

Odasaku? Why’d he call me that? I don’t really mind it, Dazai does it. But obviously it’s different from Dazai with Ango saying it, as he’s looking at me, as he is smiling at me.

“Does that..mean you’re in a.. Low class?” He slowly says, with no malice, just in a state of putting two and two together.

There goes my admiration.

I quietly laugh, “No need for the insult Ango, I just like whiskey, we’ve been over this.” 

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The inevitable happened, and his glass of wine became empty. He begun to try to walk past me to get more wine. I walked in front of him,trying to stop him. “Ango, You’ve had enough.” I assure. “Oda C’mon.” He stumbled over to me, tripping over his own feet, dropping his glass, which somehow didn’t break, and  landing with the palms of his hands against my chest. He just stared into my eyes for a few moments. My hands were facing down to the ground, because where would I put them, his waist? I wouldn’t be able to deal with that. 

I looked towards everyone else, and they didn’t seem to notice, so I looked back towards Ango. He moves his hands up to my shoulders, then around my neck, then cupping my face. I should move, but I can’t. He’s practically forcing me to look into his eyes. I just can’t, nor do I want to, move. 

I dissociated into my thoughts until I felt Ango pulling my face down to his, and his lips met mine.