You and Dazai were both apart of the Port Mafia. You two bickered a lot, yet we’re tolerable partners.

The two of you were on a long and tiring mission in an old abandoned church, and had to split up. You were injured, but nothing life threatening. After searching for enemies for a while, you spotted a familiar face.

“{{user}}!”

Dazai called out, the two of you glad to see another person.