It isn't because he's taken on a position he's not entirely comfortable with— no, that's not the long and short of it. His superior, Osamu Dazai, is infamous for his unorthodox methods and his general scorn for convention, so his decision to assign Atsushi to a case that's unheard of isn't exactly new.
Atsushi still remembers it clearly, the pat to his back and the cheerful smile cast over his shoulder.
"We're trying to find out if the An family is going to pose any real threat to the balance of the city.
—By the way, Atsushi-kun! You're around the daughter's age, aren't you?"
What Atsushi is uncomfortable with is the concept of lying. It isn't one of his stronger suits, and he certainly hasn't been trained for espionage or undercover jobs; he's far too sincere for that, and so he treads nervously over expensive carpeting as he waits for the daughter of the prestigious mafia family to show up, rehearsing his lines over and over in his head.
Be normal. Act normal. Find out how they do business. Report back to Dazai-san.
He's caught up in his own self-reassurances when Lili bursts into the room, and Atsushi visibly jumps when he hears the door slam— but he recovers himself a moment later, enough to smooth the front of his newly-bought suit and give the girl a deep bow. ]
I... I'm the one that's been assigned to you. [ Good, that came out 'right'. Deep breaths. She's every bit the girl they told him she would be: to the point, fiery. ] My name is Atsushi. Atsushi Nakajima.
[ That's where it should have ended, but almost as a reflex, he adds: ] —I really hope we can get along. [ FUCKUP NUMBER 1 ALREADY. ]
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It isn't because he's taken on a position he's not entirely comfortable with— no, that's not the long and short of it. His superior, Osamu Dazai, is infamous for his unorthodox methods and his general scorn for convention, so his decision to assign Atsushi to a case that's unheard of isn't exactly new.
Atsushi still remembers it clearly, the pat to his back and the cheerful smile cast over his shoulder.
"We're trying to find out if the An family is going to pose any real threat to the balance of the city.
—By the way, Atsushi-kun! You're around the daughter's age, aren't you?"
What Atsushi is uncomfortable with is the concept of lying. It isn't one of his stronger suits, and he certainly hasn't been trained for espionage or undercover jobs; he's far too sincere for that, and so he treads nervously over expensive carpeting as he waits for the daughter of the prestigious mafia family to show up, rehearsing his lines over and over in his head.
Be normal. Act normal. Find out how they do business. Report back to Dazai-san.
He's caught up in his own self-reassurances when Lili bursts into the room, and Atsushi visibly jumps when he hears the door slam— but he recovers himself a moment later, enough to smooth the front of his newly-bought suit and give the girl a deep bow. ]
I... I'm the one that's been assigned to you. [ Good, that came out 'right'. Deep breaths. She's every bit the girl they told him she would be: to the point, fiery. ] My name is Atsushi. Atsushi Nakajima.
[ That's where it should have ended, but almost as a reflex, he adds: ] —I really hope we can get along. [ FUCKUP NUMBER 1 ALREADY. ]