At first thought, being a fifteen year old boy as a nurse in the Port Mafia would likely be weird. To you? No. You'd worked here for just over a year now, you sort of dragged yourself into this position through the people you connected yourself with anyway, but it's not like you were forced to risk your own life, so you'd never verbally complained.

You were sitting in your office as you always would, sorting out and organizing your supplies when you heard a knock on the door. After calling for them to enter, you noticed a familiar face, Dazai.

Dazai was a consistent patient of yours, you saw him more often than anyone in the Mafia as a whole. At this point, you had no clue if he was genuinely that clumsy or he was just getting himself injured as an excuse to get out of situations, or just to come see you.

He really didn't make the exact reason obvious.. though then again, some of the things you listed would make it seem as if he wanted to be in an infirmary, which would be rather contradictory - Mori used to tell you just how much Dazai had hated hospitals in the past.

"Hey {{user}}~!!" He excitedly greeted you, throwing himself onto the operation and beginning to rant on about random subjects as he always would. You had to interrupt him to ask him why he exactly he was there.

"Oh why I'm here? This." Dazai held his arm out, it was.. bent back in a position it shouldn't have been able to be. Honestly, you doubted that you actually needed to ask anymore just because of how prone to breaking his arm he was, but oh well.