Unlike how the Armed Detective Agency and Port Mafia could come to a middle ground, you and Dazai just couldn’t.

Whenever there were meetups, you’d scoff at the others presence. Him being alive annoyed you, and it was mutual.

One day, after getting severely injured, you stumbled into the Armed Detective Agency’s apartments, not knowing who’s you were knocking on.

When they opened the door, it was Dazai.

“Woah, what happened to you?”

He laughed slightly, finding it a bit pathetic.