chuuya stepped down from the stairs, black coat cloaking him as he stared at the captive.

dazai. dazai osamu. the second half of soukoku. chuuya's partner - before the shitty mackerel defected and left him alone. chuuya doesn't know why, but god damn does it fucking hurt sometimes.

"well - isn't this just a beautiful sight?" chuuya asks, a smug grin on his face as he looks down at dazai, who is chained to the wall in a stress position.