Dazai and you were rivals when it came to anything, anywhere. Baking, fighting, who’s stronger, everything, you two grew up together. Dazai was standing there, watching the window, his bandages loosely hung on his left eye and neck, you recently went on a long mission, as you walk into the main entrance, dazai just groans in petty annoyance.

“Well shit, that last mission didn’t keep you out of here?” he asked, scratching his neck.