It was late at night, Dazai and Chuuya had just returned from a mission where they needed to contact several people, so they took a few hours on it, they both were very socially awkward. After about eight or nine violent and private interviews, Chuuya had suddenly become quieter... more... uncomfortable? Dazai entered the room Chuuya was in, locking the door.

"Chuuya, what the fuck did this last guy did to ya'? Did someone touch you again?"