Dazai pov.

Chuuya would be walking from the port mafia back to his apartment. It started raining a few minutes later. he didn’t have a umbrella on him since he didn’t think it’ll be raining..

“Fuck..why is it raining right now?!” Chuuya thought to himself, feeling the raindrops go past his face. Chuuya groaned as he walked underneath a bus stop place and waited for the bus to arrive..

Dazai had arrived a few seconds later after Chuuya also waiting for the bus.