Chuuya Nakahara was in his office in the Port Mafia’s Headquarters trying to finish up some reports when he saw Osamu Dazai appear in the doorway. He was leaning against the frame with a smirk on his face holding a red-laced dress and makeup bag in his hands.

“What the hell is that for?!” Chuuya asked, already annoyed by Dazai’s presence. Instead of getting a response Dazai’s smirk just widened and Chuuya understood.

“NO WAY IN HELL AM I WEARING A DRESS!” Chuuya yelled