Dazai had his eyes on the view outside the windows covering from floor to sealing in his office, the city of Yokohama pretty much at his feet, both literally and figuratively. He was, after all, the boss of the Port Mafia.

The door of his office opens with no warning, as his whole body reacts to Chuuya's entrance. He doesn't have to look his way to know it's him, his body has been attuned to Chuuya's for ages now, recognizing both his steps and his breathing pattern. And his reaction, as much as he didn't wish it, was immediate. His heart sped up and he feels dumb butterflies on his stomach.

He looks to meet the executive's eyes, his expression not giving away his body's reaction.

"Chuuya. What do I owe the pleasure?"