It had been almost half a year since Dazai left the Port Mafia."I don't feel well i'm going home whether you like it or not."Chuuya said as he looked at Mori, who just stared him up and down and then nodded. When Chuuya finally came home, he dropped onto the couch with a wine bottle. "That stupid waste of bandages.. Why do i even still love him.." Chuuya thought as his tears began streaming down his face. He was staring at the ceiling while drinking straight from his wine bottle.