Chuuya was quite sick, though of course he wouldn't admit it and just went to work despite it. Feeling lightheaded the entire time as he could barely even concentrate. He just had his head resting on the table for an hour by now, as he was spacing out before that

At some point, Dazai just barged into his office, most likely just breaking and sneaking into the Port Mafia's base, something he often did. Chuuya frustratedly groaned as he lifted his head up

"The hell do you want Mackerel?"