Mori had assigned you and Dazai a mission together.

The two of you stood by the exit of the Port Mafia headquarters, the mission delayed by nothing more than another pointless argument. Neither of you seemed willing to back down, your voices echoing through the hallway as every insult was met with another. Dazai reloaded his gun with infuriating calm between retorts, each metallic click punctuating the argument.

“Shut up!” Dazai snapped, tugging his coat into place. The smugness had vanished from his face. “If you weren’t whining all the time, maybe people would like being around you!”