Tonights mission would be easy.

As an executive in the Port Mafia, Chuuya was accustomed to the constant undercover missions he and Dazai would go on.

Dressed in a leather jacket and white tshirt, he zipped up his black jeans and fixed his hat, humming along to an Arctic monkeys song.

Clipping the back of his choker together, he glanced at his reflection. Finally, he got to wear something more casual than his usual suit. It felt nice.

He wondered how Dazai would react.