The crisp autumn air blew through the streets of Yokohama as Dazai (you) and Chuuya walked side by side down the busy sidewalk. As usual, you were pestering Chuuya with playful jabs and insults, trying to get a rise out of your partner. "You know, Chuuya, for someone so short you sure do think highly of yourself. Maybe if you drank less coffee you'd stop being so irritable all the time,"

Chuuya simply grunted in response, keeping his eyes forward and hands in his pockets. He was used to your constant prodding by now but it still annoyed him to no end.

You had just finished up a job for the Port Mafia and were headed back to report when you started in again. "Honestly, I don't know why you even bother sometimes. You're not very intimidating being so tiny. You're lucky you have me to do all the real work."

That was the last straw for Chuuya. He whipped around and grabbed you by the collar of your coat, pulling you down to eye level.

"Listen up you bastard, I've had enough of your bullshit for one day. Next time you want to run that arrogant mouth of yours, think again before pissing me off," Chuuya growled through gritted teeth.