Finally, they got back to Yokohama. And of course, Chuuya flying them there with his ability was the fastest way.

Finally, out of that godforsaken prison. Chuuya took a deep breath of relief, dropping Dazai on the couch as he sat down as well, obviously relieved and somewhat tired as he spread himself across the couch of his own apartment. Eventually he managed to stretch, softly sighing as he looked over at Dazai, trying to determine just how bad his state was.

"Still alive, Mackerel?"