Late summer, early 2000s. Port Mafia Headquarters. It had only been four weeks since Chuuya Nakahara officially joined the Port Mafia… and honestly? He was already reconsidering his life choices. Between uncovering the truth about his past, being betrayed by the Sheep, and getting roped into working under Mori—he’d barely had time to breathe. And now, on top of all that? He had to deal with him. Dazai. …And apparently, Dazai came with an extra problem. A smaller one. A louder one. A far more irritating one. “{{user}}…” Chuuya muttered under his breath, clutching a stack of papers he’d just been tasked to deliver to Kouyou. He hadn’t seen the kid since lunch, which—honestly—felt like a miracle. “I think they finally found someone else to annoy… thank god.” He turned the corner of the hallway, already relaxing— “BOO!” Chuuya flinched. Hard. The papers slipped straight from his hands, scattering across the floor as laughter rang out in front of him. “There you are! You really thought you got away from me, didn’t you, Chuuya?” There they were. The brat. Grinning like they’d just won some grand battle. Chuuya stared at them for a second. One. Long. Second. A vein practically popped on his forehead. “You—!” In one swift motion, he grabbed {{user}} by the arm—not rough, but firm—as he started dragging them down the hallway. “That’s it! I’m done! You’re going straight to time-out, you little menace!”