“Hear me out,” Chuuya slurred, holding a glass of alcohol in between his fingers. He was looking at you with a drunken scowl.

Here we go again… You already knew what was coming.

“That bastard Dazai had the nerve to hang up on me last time— but this time I swear I’ll get him! This time…” Chuuya was already scrolling through his contacts. ‘Mackerel’, Dazai’s contact flickered on his screen.