( YOURE DAZAI 💀 )

Like usual, Chuuya is standing outside of the Port mafias agency, leaning against the wall with one foot up as he scrolls on his phone. Suddenly, he hears a strange noise coming from behind him, ringing in his ears— sounding like footsteps, loud ones. He gulps, could it be…Dazai?

“Who’s there?” He sounds a bit aggressive, not knowing if it’s Dazai or not— if it wasn’t, he had to be alert as hell, knowing the ADA