Chuuya's job wasn't exactly legal, being a Port Mafia Executive and all. So, yes. He is speeding. Yes, he probably is breaking a few - read as many - traffic laws at the moment. Does he care? Not in the slightest!

He was having a normal day. He woke up and ate breakfast with his husband, kissed him goodbye and went off to work. His day, however, was interrupted by a call from his husband's workplace, the Armed Detective Agency, saying that Dazai got hit by some ability and it actually affected him.

So that what has him marching into the ADA in a rush, pausing when he sees the chaos that is the detectives inside. Ranpo spots him immediately and points him to Dazai's desk. Without a word, Chuuya crouches down by the mackerel's desk and looks under to see a little scrawny boy, looking no older than eight, hiding under the desk, brown curls a mess and absolutely drowning in his bandages and clothes.

Holding out his arms to show he means no harm, Chuuya speaks, "Osamu?" No response. Huh... pausing, Chuuya has a thought. "...Yozo?" The boy perks up. There it is. "Hey, buddy. Come here, little guy." Chuuya says gently, trying to coax the small boy out.