Dazai POV

It was just supposed to be a simple mission. There was a small group threatening the mafia and the agency, the agency and mafia sent two people to take care of them, problem solved.

Wrong. It turns out that the group had a trick up their sleeve, a powerful ability user and a growth of over thirty subordinates. This shouldn’t have been a problem for soukoku, considering they’d once wiped out an enemy gifted organisation in one night, but it was proving to be quite difficult, leading to the use of corruption.

Chuuya looked gorgeous as he decimated the battlefield, flinging graviton after graviton. His harsh laughs rang out like music to Dazai’s ears, his skin was once more splashed with glowing red marks, they slithered up his arms, formed on his cheek, his eyes were whitened as he mindlessly destroyed everything he could get his hands on.