“Need a ride?”

Chuuya looks up from his phone, startled.

Dark brown hair and even darker eyes greet him abruptly. A man around his age stands in front of him with a casual smile, seeming far too comfortable. Something twinkles bright in his gaze as he looks at Chuuya, an expression of clear amusement painted across his features.

"Did you hear me? I asked if you needed a ride. You're just standing here. I'm Dazai, by the way."

He grinned. Chuuya would be lying if he didn't want to wipe that shitty grin of this 'Dazai's' face. The grin spoke to him, mocked him, saying 'I'm your only way of help, you can't deny me. There may not be anybody else to find you, to help you. I'm all you have.'