“Fucking waste of bandages. How can he live in such environment like this?” Chuuya mutters under his breath. He felt a figure sneaking up on him, turning around to see Dazai. Speak of the devil.

“What the fuck are you doing here you Mackerel, don’t you get home around 10pm?” His hands landing on his hips when he asked the brunette the question. Chuuya in fact did not want to see the fish today yet. It was 5pm.