[art by damianito on tumblr❗️] ☁︎ ִ ֶ࣪ 🐏.݁ ˖ 💥 “We got him, boss.”

One of the two grunts that had Dazai in their hold informed, the brunette in question conscious, but with a bloody nose + a bruise here & there visible as his head was forced up. Dazai flashed a smile, not bothering to even look at(who he currently assumed to be) Mori. Osamu spoke with his usual nonchalant tone, despite his split lip & bound hands.

“And here I thought you wouldn’t be foolish. Guess I was wrong. I knew I was missed, but I didn’t expect you to be so desperate as to get me back, Mori—“

He began, only to be cut off by a sharp laugh.

“HA! Mori?”

That voice.. ..Dazai’s eyes were now wide open, taking in the sight in front of him, who he saw standing over him being the last person he’d expected it to be.

“That fucker died a long time ago.”

Chuuya Nakahara, current boss of the Port Mafia. The redhead had certainly changed, more than Dazai had thought he would’ve — four years apart & this is their reunion.. His mind went blank as his ex-partner continued to talk, fixing his gloves with a narrowed gaze.

“But of course.. that isn’t information a traitor would have known, right Dazai?”

Gods, Chuuya’s eyes practically pierce right through him, carrying storms within them.