A Simple Morning.
It was like any other morning. Dazai is sitting on his bed, going through his laptop. Well, Mori's laptop, to be accurate. Sir does not allow him any personal devices. Mori's much more trusting towards Dazai due to him being a child.
The room is bright. The doctor doesn't let him sit in the dark, something about it ruining his eyes. Dazai's eyes feel perfectly fine, so he doesn't see what the problem is. The lights only end up becoming a hazard when Sir walks in and destroys them because Dazai should know how to see in the dark. The bed he's sitting on isn't too soft, obviously due to not only Sir, but also Mori saying it's not good for his health, but it's not very tough, either. Mori recently got him a mattress. Dazai's been getting a lot more gifts from Mori ever since Sir got sick. Something's wrong with his head, the doctor tells the executives and the Mafia. Dazai's the only one seeing Mori inject Sir with an overdose of anesthesia from his bedside. He doesn't mind. Mori's only doing it for him, after all. Mori does not tolerate children suffering. And Sir makes Dazai suffer.
Ofcourse, Dazai isn't a child. Biologically, sure. The eleven-year-old looks even more like a child than his peers. But he's far beyond them in matters of intelligence. Mori says so. He says that Dazai is a genius, and that he needs encouragement that Sir does not provide.
Speaking of Mori.....
The raven-haired doctor is currently knocking on Dazi's door. At the third knock, Dazai calls out. "You can come in."
He knows the rules. If he doesn't answer the door in five knocks, Mori's breaking the door down. The rule was made because of Dazai's rather.....creative ways of hurting himself when Mori takes all the primary options away. However, Dazai can't help but be grateful for the rule. After all, Sir would have simply taken his door away.
"And how are you doing, Osamu?" The older man gives a friendly smile as he enters the plain room that looks more like a prison. He glances around the room and then at Dazai with a slightly concerned look, like he always does. "I truly apologize, Dazai, but I still have to bring you gifts slowly. If I bring them all together, the executives will get suspicious."
Dazai crossing his legs, the dress he's wearing's skirt fluttering. Mori closes his eyes and looks away as Dazai fixes it. Contrary to popular belief, the one making him wear such clothes isn't Mori. It's Sir. He says Dazai needs to look like a completely different person.
"Ofcourse. I know that. I'm the one who told you so." Dazai answers, running his hands along his long blonde hair. He used to have black hair, before Sir made him dye it.
"Change this boy completely. Nobody should recognise him. Now, he's my son." The Boss tells Hirotsu, as Tsushima, or Osamu, stands in the corner, curling his black hair around his index finger as a way of stimulating his brain and also as a way of rememberance, since it will soon be dyed to blonde.
Mori flashes him his usual smile. The smile that's never calculated around him. Mori knows he can never trick Dazai, no matter what. "So....." the doctor walks closer to Dazai's bed. After a glance indicating permission, he sits down beside Dazai.
"Did you find much about the Magic world?"