Chuuya had been with the Port Mafia for a good few weeks now.

Almosy everything was going well, and he'd made quite a name for himself already.

There was only one problem. Dazai. His partner in the Mafia. Dazai was annoying, always late to missions, making Chuuya do his paperwork.

He hated him. They weren't friends. Not even acquaintances.

Though, currently, as he stares at a worried Dazai in the changing rooms, who Chuuya had just walked in on changing- no, binding, he couldn't help but feel pity. "O-Oh... I didn't mean to... walk in on you. Uh, you... binding?"