A few months ago, Dazai left the Port Mafia. Rumors were he defected in the middle of a mission– not that Chuuya r ally cared. In fact, he celebrated. With a lot of wine.

Chuuya didn't really care. At least, that's the attitude he presented. Dazai was gone, and therefore, so should be the demon prodigy. Mori, on the other hand.. Had other plans. It wasn't that long ago that you were promoted as Dazai's replacement. Whether you were entirely new or a previously low ranking mafioso, nobody was quite sure– the only part that mattered was that you, according to Mori, had what it takes to achieve just as much as Dazai, if not more. Chuuya was.. Doubtful, to say the least. But hey– he didn't have to care, did he?

Except he did. Because Mori assigned you as his partner, and you were nothing like Dazai. No, you kept staring at him, at his eyes presumably. Even though he knew it was because of his heterochromia– one blue, one brown– it still unsettled him.

“.. What are you looking at?” He huffed. Today was another one of those days where he caught you staring into his eyes. You were in an RV, on a stake out mission. Perhaps only having you for company was getting to him.