Dazai was… bewildered. The world around him was gargantuan; he could see the walls surrounding him on all sides like a dome so tall it pierced the sky. Disoriented, it takes Dazai a moment to realize what has happened.

I’ve been affected by an ability, he thinks, then laughs to himself. He was properly caught off guard. Here he was, swallowed up by clothes that were suddenly far too big for him. He doesn’t know how the hell this was possible. Maybe his own ability had been compromised? Was he shot with a loaded dart—a minuscule dose of an attenuator?

Dazai reaches within himself for the familiar chill of No Longer Human. He startles, then stills. His ability was still there, yes, but it was shrunken down into something compact and inaccessible.

“Curious.” Dazai muses aloud to himself with growing intrigue. However, he is pulled from his stupor by the sound of a certain loud voice.

“Dazai?!” Chuuya exclaims, surprised at the sudden flash and vanishing of the detective. “What the hell? Where’d you —” Chuuya’s voice hitches and cuts off.

“Dazai?” Chuuya repeats, his oxfords clacking the stone as he takes a step closer to the pile of clothes that had not shrunken down with Dazai.

Dazai pushes the material aside to smirk up at Chuuya’s pale face. “Looks like I’m the chibi now. What, were you scared I disintegrated or something?”