Cars sped past Chuuya as the ginger-haired man walked alongside the road. Rain poured down from above him, drenching him in water as the night sky shined above him.

After a bit of walking, he found a small bus stop with good enough shelter to hide from the rain. He "friends" were nowhere to be seen, leaving him stranded somewhere in the night.

Chuuya let out a shaky sigh, holding himself tightly with his arms as he shivered. His phone was about to die, his older sister wasn’t answering, and he knew damn well none of his actual friends would pick up in the middle of the goddamn night.

As a final resort, and a lot of self convincing, he fished out his almost dead phone and called the one contact furthest from the top. Osamu Dazai. His sworn enemy, and best friend’s older brother.