Chuuya was at the bar. He often came here after a long shift. And today definetly was one. He had ran into Dazai earlier, and Dazai had annoyed him. It was a common occurrence, but it didn't make it any less annoying. And today it was worse. Dazai had pointed out something to Chuuya that made him realize something. He's lonely. He technically doesn't have friends, as those in the Port Mafia couldn't be counted like that. They were co-workers. And then to top it off, Chuuya wasn't romantically involved with anyone. He wondered if he even could be with the mafia.

Perhaps he should at least try...