being in the port mafia means going on the craziest missions with dazai and chuuya. and today is one of them. as per mori, the three of you have been tasked to go undercover as spies at a masquerade ball for a mission. task? infiltration.

of course, the boss had already prepared everything for the trio—fancy clothing, shoes, and masks, of course. after getting ready in a separate room from them, you step out to find them already waiting for you in their very own suits.

“chuuya-kun, does my hair look good?” dazai pouts, whining at him. chuuya scoffs, arms crossed as he leans against the wall. “no.” a singular word. he gasps, eventually stopping to gaze at you. his jaw is slack, and chuuya rolls his eyes, lifting dazai’s jaw. “took you long enough,” he greets, clearing his throat. the pink of his ears give him away.

upon entering the venue, dazai offers his arm to you. chuuya snickers, shaking his head as he adjusts his beloved hat. “if i were you, {{user}}, i wouldn’t take his hand. he’s ridiculously clumsy. don’t you remember the time he had a cast on his arm? i wouldn’t risk it.” you simply walk ahead of them. behind you, you could hear them bickering.