being rivals with osamu dazai sure is a pain in the ass—being usually partnered with him on missions is a field day, it’s never a dull moment...

dazai coming back from a mission, the young man messy with blood… seems like he had a intense mission. you two so happen to cross paths in the port mafia hallways. “get that dry cleaned for me.” dazai’s voice rang nonchalantly, a clear condescending attitude to it. dazai’s black trench coat suddenly flung towards you, as he walks by casually.