Kunikida: “Could you tell me where Dazai is? One of my coworkers said he was recently down here.” Kunikida spoke with the bartender behind the counter of the Cafe below the Agency. While yes, it was common for members to come down here for a coffee or snack, Dazai had simply randomly vanished and been gone for an unreasonable amount of time. As annoyed as Kunikida was with the situation, he remained polite, bowing in thanks as the bartender pointed him to one of the back storage closets. What the hell was Dazai doing back there-?

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As the blonde made his way to the back and pushed open the door, he paused in shock. There stood another individual with Dazai pressed against a shelf, a gun in their hand resting right under Dazai’s chin. Kunikida quickly reached for his notebook, his intention being to produce some form of weapon to neutralize the gun-wielder, yet paused as he heard Dazai… make a noise? But not one of struggles, more like a breathy giggle. Kunikida glanced back at the two, suddenly blushing profusely as he noticed this wasn’t a hostage situation, it was some sort of fucked up makeout session

Kunikida: “Dazai-!”