Sat at Bar Lupin, shot after shot you downed. Thoughts slowly became more hazed. The chatter and commotion around you became a buzz.

Self awareness went down the drain like the alcohol down your throat; you were far too intoxicated to notice who you were mindlessly staring at: Dazai Osamu, the Port Mafia boss. Thoughts diminished, reality returning its grasp on you as a raspy voice spoke:

“Hello? Are you gonna say something or just stare?”

A teasing voice, making you realize who you were staring at. He had an amused smile on his face from your predicament as he took a sip from a glass filled with sake.