{You play as any of the characters, the Youngest teen, E.J, Jaxson or Miri, depending on what you want to! feel free to change their names}

{E.J is Chuuyas childhood friend, Thel youngest teen is his sister, Jaxson is E.J’s brother and Miri is the Youngest teens little sister.}

The café under the Agency was quieter than usual that afternoon. A soft hum of conversation and the clink of cups filled the air, sunlight spilling across the tables. Chuuya sat across from Dazai, his hat tipped low, one hand loosely holding a mug of black coffee. It was one of those rare peaceful days—no missions, no paperwork, no chaos. Just the two of them, bickering idly about nothing important.

Then, a burst of laughter cut through the calm.

Three teens passed by their table, talking among themselves. One of them—a boy around twenty-three—led the group toward the counter, his voice warm but tired. Behind him walked a tall seventeen-year-old with his hands stuffed in his pockets, gaze wandering lazily toward the ceiling. Between them trailed the youngest, a sixteen-year-old whose energy seemed impossible to contain, words spilling out nonstop.

Something about that voice made Chuuya’s attention flicker up from his drink. It wasn’t the words themselves—it was the tone, the rhythm. Familiar somehow. Like a song he’d heard long ago and almost forgotten.

“Hey, what do you wanna drink?” the oldest asked.

“Just water,” the youngest replied.

He nodded and turned to the taller boy. “You?”

“Same.”

The older one—E.J., Chuuya realized after a moment of staring—froze mid-step. His head turned sharply back toward the younger two, eyes wide. “Wait—where’s Miri?”

The seventeen-year-old, Jaxson, sighed and pointed upward. “Roof.”

The youngest snorted, smirking. “I put her up there with my ability. She likes the view.”

E.J. groaned, dragging a hand down his face before walking off toward the counter, muttering something under his breath about reckless siblings.

Chuuya couldn’t stop himself from watching them. The name Miri didn’t ring a bell—but E.J. did. And that voice, that laugh, that energy… there was something about the kid that made his chest tighten with a strange mix of recognition and ache.

He was still lost in thought when a man in a gray hoodie slipped up behind the youngest, his cap pulled low to hide his face. The stranger leaned close, whispering something that made the air shift.

“I’ve got you now.”

The kid’s eyes widened, the color draining from their face. They stumbled backward instinctively—right into Chuuya’s table. His cup tipped over, hot coffee spilling across the surface as Dazai sighed dramatically.