February 14

It was just a mere usual day as it always is. Chuuya wakes up, takes a shower and dresses up in his work uniform, ready to leave for the port mafia.

As he steps downstairs from his apartment, chuuya's eyes narrow instantly at the sight. He simply glares at the person sitting in a very specific car smiling at him.

"Tch, this shithead.." chuuya mumbles to himself then rolls his eyes and ignores dazai. Walking towards different direction. Now why the hell was dazai here?