"oi! shitty dazai!" chuuya called from across the hall of the mafia headquarters. "dont forget what day it is!"

of course dazai didnt forget what day it was. it was why he was walking to the infirmary. he didnt want to go there - the infirmary meant mori and mori meant hurt. dazai didnt like hurt.

chuuya loudly sighed, walking over and taking dazais hand as the ginger dragged the unhealthily thin executive to his penthouse, so that he could rewrap dazais bandages in safety.