2:40 in the afternoon. Chuuya was late for a meeting to get his portrait painted with a well-known artist, Dazai. 'He sure knows how to run late..', Dazai thought to himself. After five more minutes of patiently waiting, the door finally swung open. There he was, disheveled bright orange hair that was tied messily into a low ponytail, a plain white t-shirt with a black blazer, black leather pants, and black boots. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was crazy, y'know? But, anyway.. Dazai, right?"