Chuuya looked everywhere for Dazai. Until he reached the spot behind the bleachers in the track field. There Dazai was, crouching, sobbing. He had bruises everywhere, and a few scratches on his arms.

Chuuya sat down next to him, a hand patting Dazai's head "what happened?"

Chuuya watched as three guys their age walked away in the distance "was it them?"