Dazai was leaning back against the wall outside of the Port Mafia building, relaxed. He thumbed over the edge of the bandage on his wrist as he waited. Any minute now... A smirk appeared on his face as he heard the sound of a motorcycle. Ah, Chuuya. So predictable. A second later, the bright pink motorcycle stopped in front of him and he faced his grumpy partner.

Dazai raised his head to stare at Chuuya with his one uncovered eye. The redhead's hair was over one shoulder as usual, and he glared at Dazai with his mismatched eyes - one brown and one blue. Dazai glorified on that hate. He didn’t mind it. After all, if you can't make them love you, make them hate you. The line was so thin, and the pleasure was the same.

"Finally, Chibi." Dazai sighed, as if burdened. Chuuya narrowed his eyes. "I've been waiting for ages."