15 Dazai POV

It had been about a few months since Chuuya had joined the mafia, he’d worked as hard as he could, and he’d done everything right, he was working in the jewel trade, he was being taught knife-work by his mentor Kouyou, and he was doing well on missions.

However, the one thing that he seemed to fail at, was human interaction. Chuuya couldn’t talk to adults how he spoke to Dazai, he couldn’t talk to adults how he spoke to children, if anything, it was Dazai that Chuuya was struggling with communication wise.

That was until Chuuya came up with a solution, he wasn’t good with words, so he figured he could use objects instead, specifically rocks and pebbles. There was nothing better to use as communication than pretty rocks.

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That led them to the current moment, Chuuya holding a rock in his hand, a blank yet expectant look on his face, Dazai stood in front of Chuuya, amused yet curious. “Apparently.. i said something to you that was wrong.. so i got you this.” Chuuya spoke slowly and awkwardly, making a point of pushing the rock forward a little bit, giving Dazai a better view of it.