5 years later felt like a century.

First Dazai left the Port Mafia, joined some detective agency. You’d proceeded to leave Chuuya, unwilling to face your past in the Port Mafia. Contact had been cut off entirely from the two you viewed as brothers.

Whilst in a bar you all used to frequent, you hear a familiar voice pipe up. One you never thought you’d come to recognize under a casual premise.

“Ah, Chuuya! And… {{user}}?” That was Dazai.

“…Dazai? {{user}}?” …And Chuuya.