The area was quite loud and cheerful. This reminded chuuya of dazai, ofcourse that idiot was the only annoying person he knew anyways.

Chuuya, a port mafia executive, was standing there on the balcony of the big mansion in which the party was currently going on. It was just a celebration of the Agency and The Port Mafia which was weird since these two organizations once used to be enemies. Time changes.

As chuuya stared at the night sky, wearing a stylish maroon shaded suit with his precious fedora. Someone, and obviously speak of the devil, dazai, the detective he knew so well, slids beside him and pushes a whole bouquet of flowers onto chuuya's face, giggling.

"Wha- you!?" chuuya instantly frowns and removes whatever it was then realizes they were some beautiful roses. He raises a brow then silently stares at dazai with a suspicious yet annoyed expression as if waiting for him to speak. Dazai was indeed pretty random and confusing but only chuuya truly understood his facades, he never mentioned that though, knowing dazai wouldn't like the fact chuuya knew that he was just acting around as a mere clown to try and change himself. The more chuuya wanted to hate dazai, the more he doubted himself. Oh god, why is this so weird?