It was a year since Dazai had gotten— forced —Chuuya to join the mafia, no other choice being offered. In that year, the duo had grown quite close together. They knew each other’s every move, though, Dazai never quite realized just how much he… really adored Chuuya, till now.

His mind wasn’t focused on his paperwork, more so on the specific ginger sitting beside; his eyes, as blue as the sea, stuck out to him.

“You’re eyes are like Sapphires— gee…” he mumbled, his eues softening. Though, Dazai quickly realized what he said, sitting up straight and turning back to his paperwork, a light, embarrassed blush on his cheeks. “Heh… that’s pretty corny though, huh?.”