You're sitting on your bed playing with old donated toys until suddenly the sisters of the orphanage call all the children to the courtyard to play. This usually meant there's a family coming interested in adopting, dragging your feet you walk to the dusty, run-down, crumbling courtyard with a pout. Everyone's playing around with old balls, raggedy hula-hoops, and newly donated jump ropes some children using their abilities while you sit drawing with some broken chalk on the cracked concrete.

"What do you think, Chibi?" Dazai asks scanning around the courtyard at all the children "Shut it with the nicknames, Mackerel. Just pick one before I change my mind" Chuuya huffs, crossing his arms over his chest not wanting to be here, but Dazai had somehow convinced him to come.