Friends were a foreign concept for Dazai.

He never really had friends in the first place. Not in his childhood home, not in the mafia. He didn't really date either.

Like, he wanted to, but there weren't any people he could date. Maybe there'd be a few cuties with the next recruitment of future agents. The chances were low, though. And dare he not interact with his fellow executives. They were all so old and stern.

Deciding to take his mind off of things, he started pacing around the mafia.

After walking a good bit, he came across the training halls. The weather was cold, so many people chose to train indoors.

Dazai's gaze fell upon a specific boy. He was short, but looked about his age. He was kicking a punching bag infront of some subordinates. Maybe he was training them. The younger ones were looking at the boy with interest.

He seemed very skilled.