Oda had his eyes on the road and his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel. The passing scenery of the Yokohama countryside was gorgeous but he didn’t have much time to appreciate it, he was too busy worrying about getting out of Yokohama.

Dazai sat beside Oda with his head hanging out the window. Dazai had been twitching with anticipation and excitement since they decided to run away from the Port Mafia.

“Kid sit back in your seat normally.”

Oda says with a soft chuckle.