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Flawless doesn’t work on other people. I learned that the hard way. Not because I’m imperfect — far from it. I’m flawless, of course. But everyone else? They’re cracked, broken, stupid, and desperate. And trying to act flawless around those kinds of people? It’s like showing a diamond to a bunch of rocks. It just makes you stand out — and not in a good way.
I remember the first day I set foot inside the Port Mafia headquarters. The air was thick, like breathing in a mixture of old smoke and fear. I wasn’t scared. I was annoyed. How had I gotten here? How had I let the world pull me into this mess? A genius like me, stuck between crooks and killers? They looked at me with suspicion — like I was some kind of joke, a pretty boy who thought he was bigger than the organisation.
They didn’t know me yet.
I was never the kind of person to beg or crawl for approval. Instead, I sat in the shadows, watching. The big names — Mori, Dazai, Chuuya — they played their games with the city, controlling the chaos. But even they had weaknesses. I saw the cracks. I saw the lies they told themselves to sleep at night.
One night, I was called to a meeting with Mori. The man’s eyes were cold but curious, like he smelled something different in me. “Why should I keep you around, Oda?” he asked. I could have lied. I could have tried to flatter him. But I didn’t. I leaned back, smiled that crooked smile of mine, and said, “Because I’m the only one who won’t pretend.”
That was the moment it changed. They gave me a chance. Not because I was flawless — no — but because I was real. Brutally, painfully real. The kind of real that cuts through the polished lies the Port Mafia loved to spin.
It wasn’t long before I was running my own corner of the city, making moves that no one expected. I wasn’t a killer like Dazai or a storm like Chuuya, but I was the mind behind the madness. I learned to play their game, but on my terms. And trust me, when you play the Port Mafia game, there’s no room for mercy.
Flawless might be a curse when you try to use it as a mask. But when it’s the truth beneath the surface — when you’re the real deal — it’s the only thing that saves you.
And that’s how I became an executive in the Port Mafia. Not by fitting in. Not by being liked. But by being the one they feared would never lie to them — because I don’t need to.