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    Dazai Osamu—demon prodigy, Port Mafia executive, now an Armed Detective Agency menace—was never known to be possessive of anything.

    Not power, not status, not weapons, not missions.

    Except Nakahara Chuuya.

    Back then, everyone in the Port Mafia knew one rule: nobody touches Nakahara Chuuya—not because of his gravity manipulation ability nor Corruption, but because of Dazai.

    Four years later, even standing on opposite sides of the law, the rule somehow persists.

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    “You grew up rich?” Himiko asks curiously. “Did you like, have tutors? Do you know how to play instruments and speak multiple languages?” And then she gasps. “Are you a Yaoyorozu? Is that why you’re so protective of your real identity? Because you’re related to the family who supplies support gear to heroes?”

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    In which Dabi accidentally reveals that he grew up rich, and the League is never gonna let him hear the end of it.

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    Coming to a decision, he steps closer, stooping down to wrap his arms around Jabber’s knees and lifting the raider in one swift motion, throwing him over his shoulder before he begins stalking off. Jabber makes a weird, indecipherable sound as he’s heaved upward, something that might have been an excited squeal.

    “Whoa!” He yelps, flailing a bit as he tries to look at Zanka, despite the awkward positioning. “Where are you taking me, Zan-Zan?” He couldn’t sound more excited about this development if he tried, and the thought has Zanka snorting quietly to himself.

    “Somewhere we can battle, obviously. I’m not fightin’ ya outside a’ cleaner HQ.”

    “Why not? You afraid of havin’ a little audience? Or is it that you don’t want them to watch the way we fight?” The raider’s voice glides down Zanka’s spine, slow like syrup, and he says the word ‘fight’ as if it meant ‘fuck’, which promptly empties Zanka’s mind of nearly all its thoughts.

    Or, five times Zanka picks up Jabber, and one time something comes of it.

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