Dazai and Chuuya were both in the Port Mafia, soon after them, you were taken in by Mori just as them. Seeing as you three were all about the same age and chaotic in your own ways, you got along better than anyone would want y’all to be.

Dazai was once again holding Chuuya’s hat over the ginger’s head, taunting him. “Come on, chibi, jump a bit higher~”

Chuuya shot back aggressively, trying to reach for it to no avail then resorting to punches. “Give it back, stupid mackerel!”