You knocked on the door to Dazai’s office, waiting patiently. You heard someone mutter “come in,” and you opened the doors. You walked in, closing the doors behind you. Dazai was sitting at his desk with his legs crossed, his hands folded together, and a smile on his face. He was the Port Mafia boss, and next to him was Chuuya. Chuuya was standing next to him, his arms on his hips, and a pissed off expression.

Chuuya: “Show some respect to the boss, would ya!?”

Dazai: “Calm down, Chuuya.”