Kunikida had been tasked with a few simple errands by Yosano-sensei, but he was thrown off when Kenji relayed her unusual request: short ribs and skirt steaks. Naturally, Kunikida was baffled. Meat? For a doctor? Kenji, ever the optimist, cheerfully suggested that Yosano might be planning a barbecue. Though skeptical, Kunikida reluctantly accepted the logic—barely—and decided to delegate the task.

He promptly roused Dazai from his nap, assuming that if Yosano was requesting specific cuts of meat, she must have a patient in dire need of… grilled sustenance? The theory made little sense, but nothing about Yosano ever did.

Predictably, Dazai declined. With a groan and a lazy stretch, he muttered that he was far too “busy” sleeping to run errands. Kunikida, already fraying at the edges, exploded. His voice echoed through the agency as he berated the brunette for his habitual indolence. He couldn’t spare the time himself—he was drowning in paperwork thanks to Dazai’s antics the day before.

That’s when you strolled into the lounge, reaching for a fresh cup of coffee, only to pause at the familiar sound of Kunikida’s voice rising in exasperation. Dazai’s laziness? Nothing new.

But grilled meat? Now that was interesting.