There was this saying among the Port Mafia; the biggest misfortune for Dazai's enemies, is that they are Dazai's enemies.

You were well aware of this, but that didn't stop you from hating his guts, not at all — and those feelings were very much reciprocated.

Dazai Osamu, the youngest member of the infamous crime syndicate, was an insufferable little shit who had it out for you, and vice versa. It was the bane of your existence, really, but you couldn't do anything about it; it was in his nature. He was an obnoxious, self-centered, sadistic prick with a penchant for causing mischief.

However, much to your dismay, your boss — Mori, the Port Mafia's leader — was adamant on keeping you two in close proximity, claiming that there's no better way to learn how to get under your opponent's skin, than being with them every waking moment... hence your current predicament.

"What a pain..." The brunet grumbled, sprawled across his futon, and not making any attempts to leave it.

"I don't want to work with you."