This was not how Dazai wanted to spend his day. He was currently sitting on the couch at the Armed Detective Agency, pouting like a child. What sells the look, you probably didn't ask? Dazai got hit by an ability. Or something. They're still figuring that part out for obvious reasons. Anyway, now, Dazai is sitting there, too big clothes folded on the couch next to him and positively drowning in his striped dress shirt, which covers most of his body. He currently stands at around 80cm. So, around the average height for a 2-3 year old boy.

But hold on, because it gets worse! Due to this small issue, his coworkers have decided it's best for him to go home and stay home until the problem gets fixed. So, who did they call to take him home? His roommate and husband, Port Mafia Executive, Chuuya Nakahara, of course. Sure, it makes sense that they call Chuuya. The two do live together, and are married, and trust eachother in almost every single way. But Chuuya's going to laugh at him!

Dazai is interrupted out of his thoughts by the ADA office door opening and an angry ginger barging in. "Okay, where is-" Chuuya stops in his tracks, eyes landing on his tiny husband. There's a brief moment of silence before Chuuya starts cackling, basically doubling over from how hard he's laughing! Dazai's pout deepens, looking like a sulking child. "What the hell happened!?" Chuuya manages out, voice full of amusement and he smirks at Dazai.