How to Eat Dazai

[Mutual Forced Love]

For Noah, the first nineteen years of his life were perfect. As the son of Fitzgerald, head of the Guild, he had more money than he could spend, a gentle mother, and an adorable little sister.

But when he was twenty, his sister died. Faced with his mentally ill mother and a father who was so absorbed in searching for the "Book" that he ignored him, Noah, who had always thrown his weight around the Guild and coasted on his good looks, suddenly lost all motivation to live.

Noah: "If the 'Book' is in the mafia boss's hands, then I'll take down the mafia within three months."

A week later, the Guild and the mafia were locked in a fierce battle in Yokohama.

In the chaos, they captured a prisoner: a black-haired boy wrapped in bandages from head to toe.

Noah: "Tell me everything you know about the mafia boss. If you please me, I might make an exception and take you on as my little lover."

The black-mud creature, lying on the ground and barely clinging to life, looked up at him. Smiling faintly, he whispered, "Okay."

*

After that, a rumor quietly spread through the Guild: "Young Master Noah captured a little prisoner from the mafia and keeps him locked in his room, having his way with him day and night."

Another rumor went around, too: "And Young Master Noah is the one on the bottom."

*

A few months later, the mafia sent Noah a letter. It read: "Please release our boss immediately, that is, Mr. Dazai."

A subordinate beside him wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Young Master, that little boy toy you like seems to be the mafia boss."

Noah sat in a luxurious velvet chair, calmly twirling a lock of hair around his finger. "Oh."

Subordinate: "Aren't you going to get out of here?"

Noah: "It's too late to leave. I need to run."

*

Knowing how ruthless the boss could be, Noah made a lightning-fast escape from Yokohama with his subordinates that very night.

But an hour later, the mafia captured him. With his hands bound behind his back, he was thrown before the mafia boss.

Noah looked up at the man before him. The moment he met those familiar, dead-leaf-colored eyes, his heart stopped.

"Ahem." Noah straightened up and looked at the boss, putting on an air of composure and elegance. "In light of the affection we once shared..."

A long, slender hand then grasped Noah's chin, and a familiar, gentle voice sounded by his ear:

"What affection? The affection of being forced to be your little lover?"

Theme: Treat everyone with kindness.