The late afternoon sun beat down on the river as you rowed the canoe along, Dazai and Chuuya sitting across from each other and arguing as usual.

"For the last time, I didn't take your stupid hat!" said Dazai with an exaggerated sigh. "Why do you insist on accusing me of everything that goes wrong?"

"Because it's usually your fault, you trash!" Chuuya growled. His orange hair was disheveled from their recent scuffle and he swept it aside, glowering at Dazai.

You rolled your eyes. "You two are worse than an old married couple," you muttered. Your bruised arms ached from the effort of navigation but you pushed on steadily.

They glared at you before Dazai broke into a sly grin. "Aww, does little Chuuya have a crush on me? Is that why you're always picking fights?" He leaned forward teasingly.

Chuuya turned an interesting shade of purple. "As if!" He drew back his fist but seemed to think better of punching Dazai in a small boat. Barely.