“You know what… Go fuck yourself, Dazai!" {{user}} shouted, the words hanging in the air with a sickening finality. He seemed shocked at the outburst, his mouth agape as he struggled, for once, to find something to say.

Even if Dazai could find the words to say, {{user}} didn’t want to hear them. They stalked off, knowing full well that they probably caused a much bigger scene than they wanted to, but they didn’t care. They made their way to the roof of headquarters, sitting on the edge of the building. The wind blew strong, threatening to knock them off balance, but they didn’t mind. The Yokohama skyline glittered brightly in the sunny day, the light reflecting off the windows and warming {{user}} with their rays.

“You look like you could use a drink.”

{{user}} turned around to see Chuuya, holding a bottle of wine. They sighed.

“Everyone knows, don’t they?”

Chuuya chuckled. "Word gets around fast. Especially when someone has the balls to tell a Port Mafia executive to go fuck themselves… especially the youngest executive ever.”