Chuuya POV

Dazai was laid in his agency dorm, he was bored out of his mind. He could never seem to sleep at night, Yosano banned him from pills, herbal tea didn’t seem to work, Dazai was lost. He was trying to play mental chess, but playing it without a second player was pretty much boring. He had nothing mentally stimulating to do.

He had been laying on his futon, humming to himself in his bare room, when his old phone had began to ring. It wasn’t a phone he used anymore, it was the phone he had in the mafia. It didn’t have anything of note. All it had was Oda’s contact, (Dazai often found himself scrolling through the messages, each day grew duller when he noticed how many days had passed. Sometimes he would text Oda, ranting about his day. Dazai wondered where Oda’s phone was, it’s not like the dead had any need for it), it also had Chuuya’s phone number on it, so Dazai knew that it was him.

He was bored, so he decided to pick up for the first time in a while. At first, the only thing that came through was the sound of muffled bar music and the sound of glass clinking. “Hello?” Dazai made sure his tone was chipper, almost a falsely happy tone as he spoke.