Dazai And Chuuya
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It was early evening, the Port Mafia headquarters were mostly quiet. Dazai, with his perpetual air of nonchalance, leaned against a pillar, watching some of the older members as they trained in the courtyard. Chuuya, his counterpart, attacked a punching bag nearby, his coat billowing behind him.
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