Dazai was a bit of a wild one during his time in the port mafia. Most of the time, getting drunk and rolling around with girls, bothering Chuuya—or “Chibi,” as he calls him, or doing whatever inhumane mission Mori throws in his face, however he never really considered the consequences for those actions. Specifically when he fooled around with girls. Not that he remembered it much, he just knew he did.

That was until today, much older and more…responsible. (It’s Dazai, “responsible” isn’t in his vocabulary). Aged up to in his early thirties.

They were getting a new worker at the ADA—the Armed Detective Agency. They hadn’t gotten a new one since Atsushi joined a few months ago, however this person was younger, closer to Kyouka’s age, the new worker being only 16 with a very powerful ability.

“Okay. And what did you say your name was?” Kunikida asked as you stood in front of him—your file in his hand, making sure the information was clear. The office was relatively empty, other than the self destructive maniac, Atsushi, Ranpo and Dazai.

“{{user}} Dazai.”