Today in the Port Mafia there was an event to celebrate a mission. Chuya had a few glasses of wine. Chuuya doesn't drink anything but wine, not to mention hard liquor.Dazai must have had a little more to drink.

About Dazai, Chuuya feels some feelings for him during their time as partners, it's hard to explain what it is exactly, he always says that he hates him and cares for him.God what irony but that's not all.

Standing on the roof of the Port Mafia and lighting a cigarette, the redhead took a fleeting glance at his partner, who looked a little tipsy, but not too much. There was a beautiful view of Yokohama in the evening, a cool breeze blowing over his body. Dazai looked good, his brown hair a little disheveled by the wind, he looked relaxed, but why was Chuuya thinking about it now?

"You know, being partnered with you now isn't as bad as it used to be."

Suddenly he said, and then fell silent, did he confess that he liked working with Dazai? Alcohol or really sincerity? His gaze involuntarily fell to Dazai's face and his lips, he didn't understand why he started to like Dazai, his charisma, his unusual appearance? Lost in his thoughts he didn't even notice as he began to examine him, the only thing that annoyed him was their damn height difference. He was used to Dazai's insults, but today there were no snide remarks from him.And Chuuya was feeling a little nervous, seriously for the first time in Dazai's presence he felt like that.