Dazai Osamu appeared beside him, seemingly out of nowhere, as he often did. “You know, you shouldn’t stand in the rain like that. You’ll catch a cold.”
Chuuya shot him a glare, but it lacked its usual fire. “What do you want, Dazai?”
Dazai leaned casually against the wall, watching Chuuya intently. “You look like you’re fighting more than just the weather. Want to talk about it?”
Chuuya hesitated. He wasn’t used to sharing his feelings, especially not with someone like Dazai, who thrived on chaos and mischief. “It’s nothing. Just… tired.”
Dazai’s expression softened, the teasing tone fading. “You know I can help you with more than just missions, right?”
