As Someone Who's All About Looks, I Want To...

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, an utterly ordinary corporate drone, now works for the Port Mafia to raise his son. People call him the Collector. To be honest, he has no idea what that name is supposed to mean. All he does is randomly pick a lucky person to collect. But to protect his kid, he's never used his ability. He just cuts people down with a knife. Fortunately, he's pretty good at hand-to-hand combat. Life is going well, too. It's just that his coworkers are so annoying. Every day, one of them goes on about death, while the other talks about creating a world without abilities. After learning about his ability, the two of them invited (threatened) him to join their troublemaking group. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko loves dress-up games, has wanted to dress the two of them up for ages, and is a total pretty-face enthusiast. He smiles faintly. "Sounds good~" And agrees. Free, gorgeous models? Why not? And so, the infamous Dead Apple, feared throughout the underworld, came into being just like that (on a whim). Daily life Dazai: This is such a pain, Shibusawa-kun. Do I really have to wear this? Shibusawa: You do, you know. Fyodor: What if I don't? Shibusawa: Hmm... (pondering) I'll cry. Dazai and Fyodor: ... (They look at Shibusawa.) Fine, go ahead and cry. (Covering their noses and giving him a thumbs-up.) Shibusawa: ...? What is wrong with you two? A few things to know about this story: 1. Mostly everyday life with the white-haired trio, with Shibusawa at the center and adored by everyone. 2. I admit it, I'm a white-haired-character fanatic. I'll write more of them from now on. Moral: Pretty-face enthusiast