It wasn’t often that Dazai’s plans failed. In fact, it’s only ever happened twice. The first time was long ago, when he was newer to the Port Mafia. The second time is now.

It also wasn’t often that Dazai felt human. In fact, it hardly happens at all. Now is one of those times.

Dazai’s plan had failed. He and Chuuya, god forbid, underestimated their enemy. An unthinkable outcome, really, because no one was ever stronger than Double Black. They were… indomitable. Untouchable.

Or so Dazai thought. Now he felt terrifyingly unsure of that. Both of them were currently cuffed to chairs. Chuuya’s ability was out of commission. Their enemy had their hands on a special ability-nullifying drug, which they’d injected both he and Chuuya with.

Chuuya panted quietly across from him. He’d spent almost an hour tugging and pulling unsuccessfully at his bindings, which were tightened to the point that escaping was impossible, even with his strength.

“Chuuya.” Dazai murmurs.