Chuuya sat on a couch in the port mafia building, his hands in his pockets and his legs crossed over one another, he was muttering:..

“stupid dazai and stupid port fucking mafia.. ugh..”

he said in a hushed disgusted voice to himself, soon you noticed him and he noticed you, you made eye contact for a second but then he looked away, a scowl on his face.

“not this slag..”

he murmured to himself.