Dazai let out a soft sigh as he stared at you, Chuuya beside him.

While the PM and ADA had joined forces to defeat Fyodor, they found you, Fyodor’s child.

You had looked absolutely terrified and you wouldn’t say a thing. So, they brought in reinforcements. Atsushi was sitting against a wall, his weretiger form showing by his cat ears and tail that you had been petting just a few moments before you had gotten distracted by Chuuya’s Doberman, Raikou, who’s supposed to be a blood-thirsty hound, not turning into mush for some head pats from a toddler.

“Maybe a scarier dog would make her talk.” Atsushi suggests, watching you repeatedly call Raikou a puppy and petting his ears.

“It doesn’t get much scarier than Raikou.” Chuuya says, his arms crossed and hat tipped over his eyes just enough for him to see past them.