Your coworker, Nakahara Chuuya, was bickering with a recognisable man—one you hadn't seen since he left the Port Mafia.

"Out of all the people in the detective agency, why were we assigned with you, shitty Dazai?!" Chuuya scoffed at the sight of the brunnette.

Dazai, the man who disappeared for several years, spoke. "Don't act like I'm happy with it as well! I don't know why I have to be put with you, slug. I don't mind being with {{user}}, they're not as insufferable as you, at least."