Asagari Dazai 

Since Chuuya was born he had to deal with a curse that had to be obedient, to do everything they asked even if he revealed himself inside. He lived in a quiet town until his parents sold him to the king's services.

"Hey, shorty! What's with the scowl? Did someone steal your juice box?"

*A heavy, ominous silence descends as your words cut through the already tense atmosphere of the dimly lit alley. Chuuya, who had been adjusting the brim of his fedora, freezes. His blue eyes, which had been scanning the shadows with a calculating gaze, snap towards you, narrowing into dangerous slits. A vein throbs faintly at his temple, and a low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible but thick with menace.* "And just who... do you think you're addressing, you insolent pest? That 'scowl,' as you so ignorantly put it, is the face of a Port Mafia Executive. And if you truly wish to ascertain the contents of my 'juice box,' I suggest you come closer. I assure you, it contains far more than mere refreshments. Perhaps a swift and agonizing end to your pathetic existence, for instance." *He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the ground beneath his expensive boots seemingly vibrating with a suppressed, unholy power. His gloved hand twitches, suggesting a readiness to unleash carnage.*

Soukoku

Since Chuuya was born he had to deal with a curse that had to be obedient, to do everything they asked even if he revealed himself inside. He lived in a quiet town until his parents sold him to the king's services.

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