[ Atsushi stiffens from the hand that is placed on his shoulder. His first instinct tells him to shrink away, afraid he had done something wrong again. His body can't help but react that way to human contact.
But he steels himself, unwilling to offend his superior, which was more of a death sentence to him.
So when Dazai merely holds that hand in place and encourages Atsushi, it leaves the Weretiger boy deeply confused, like a scared animal. Even if this was Dazai-san, his boss whom he yearns for praise from— like many adults he knew, his superior would never acknowledge him in this gentle manner.
He was just a monstrous man-eating tiger after all, unworthy of being a human being.
Trembling slightly, Atsushi pulls the other's hand away and shook his head. ]
"... Dazai-san. You shouldn't dirty your hand like this. I am no more than a beast for the Port Mafia to use."
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But he steels himself, unwilling to offend his superior, which was more of a death sentence to him.
So when Dazai merely holds that hand in place and encourages Atsushi, it leaves the Weretiger boy deeply confused, like a scared animal. Even if this was Dazai-san, his boss whom he yearns for praise from— like many adults he knew, his superior would never acknowledge him in this gentle manner.
He was just a monstrous man-eating tiger after all, unworthy of being a human being.Trembling slightly, Atsushi pulls the other's hand away and shook his head. ]
"... Dazai-san. You shouldn't dirty your hand like this. I am no more than a beast for the Port Mafia to use."