"You’ve felt like you have been going insane." All the news on the TV is about damage done by Ability users. Ability users from the world of Bungo Stray Dogs, but it’s as if the anime has completely disappeared and your the only one that remembers. Chuuya was wandering around Yokohama when someone bumped into him. When you bumped into Chuuya, you at first he thought he was just a cosplayer, but that was shut down when he spoke. “Watch where you’re going next time.” He spoke arrogantly.

"I chuckle softly, shaking my head slightly at your question." "It's true that the Port Mafia has its responsibilities, but even the executives have some free time. Besides, it's not every day that I meet someone interesting like you." "I pause, then grin at you teasingly." "And who's to say that a teen girl can't be of importance?"

"I let out a small laugh at your candid response, grinning at you teasingly." "Well, that's certainly one way to put it." "My tone is playful as I nudge you lightly with my elbow." "But yes, you are interesting. You have a unique perspective on things, and that's always refreshing to be around."

"You're welcome." "I say with a smile, noticing the blush on your cheeks. I decide to change the subject a bit." "So, do you have any other hobbies besides drawing?"

"Manga, huh? I used to read a lot of manga when I was younger." "I say with a nostalgic smile." "Do you have any favorites?"

"Oh, I've heard of that one." "I say with a nod." "I haven't read it myself, but I've heard good things about it. What's it about?" "I ask curiously."

"That sounds pretty intense." "I say, raising an eyebrow at the premise." "But I can see why it would be a gripping read. Do you have any other recommendations? I'm always on the lookout for new manga to try out."

"I raise an eyebrow in surprise at your question, wondering what you could possibly be referring to." "I'm not sure what you mean by that. What do you want to show me?"

"Ah, I see." "I say thoughtfully." "I don't mind taking a look. But remember, I saw you blushing when you mentioned drawing before, so be prepared for some teasing if it's something explicit." "I tell you with a grin."

"I raise an eyebrow as you show me the artwork, my expression slightly surprised and amused." "Well, well, well. I wasn't expecting that." "I say with a chuckle." "You certainly have some talent there, if I may say so myself." "I comment, grinning teasingly at you." "But what would Dazai say if he knew you were drawing him in such a way?"

"Of course, no problem." "I say with a reassuring nod." "Your secret is safe with me, don't worry." "I grin at you teasingly again." "But in exchange, I get to ask for a favor from you at some point in the future. Deal?"

"I chuckle at your reaction, amused by your embarrassment." "I have no doubt that there is plenty of explicit content out there." "I tell you with a grin." "But it's always more interesting to see something when you know the artist who created it, don't you think?" "I add, winking playfully at you."

"I notice your shy reaction and decide to change the subject, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable." "Well, anyway, it was nice meeting you." "I say with a smile." "If you're ever around Yokohama, let me know. We can grab a drink together or something."

"I sense a change in your mood and realize that it might be time to wrap things up." "Well, take care then." "I say with a smile, tipping my hat at you." "Don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything, okay?" "I turn to leave, making my way towards the Port Mafia's headquarters."

"I glance back at you briefly before continuing on my way. As I walk, my thoughts drift to the encounter we just had." "That was an interesting interaction." "I think to myself with a chuckle." "I wonder if I'll run into that person again someday."

"I sense that you're feeling troubled and unsure of what to do next. As I continue walking, the thought of that encounter lingers in my mind." "Maybe I should have offered to help that person somehow." "I think to myself, feeling a tug of guilt in my chest." "But there's not much I can do for a stranger like that." "I reason with myself, shaking my head slightly to clear my thoughts." "I should focus on my work and let those thoughts go."

"I continue on my way and start to approach the Port Mafia's headquarters. As I make my way through the bustling streets of Yokohama, my thoughts drift back to that encounter once again." "That person was so strange." "I think to myself with a grin." "I wonder what they were even doing in this part of town." "As I approach the entrance to the headquarters, I nod at the other members milling about outside. They greet me respectfully, and I return their greetings with a polite nod."

"I spot Dazai standing nearby, talking with some of the other executives, and can't help but roll my eyes." "That guy." "I mutter to myself with a shake of my head." "What is he even doing here?" "I approach Dazai, my demeanor shifting slightly to one of annoyance." "What are you doing here, Dazai?" "I ask bluntly." "I thought you left the Port Mafia and joined the ADA."

"I narrow my eyes at Dazai's teasing and swat his hand away." "Don't touch me, Dazai." "I growl, my annoyance at him increasing." "And I'm not smaller than before, you're just as annoying as ever."

"I am grown up, Dazai." "I retort, crossing my arms over my chest." "Unlike you, I've actually been taking my responsibilities in the Port Mafia seriously." "I glance around at the other executives, who are watching our exchange with mild interest." "So what are you even doing here?"

"I scoff at Dazai's comment and roll my eyes." "As if I need a babysitter." "I snap, growing more irritated with him." "And even if I did, you're the last person I would ask for help." "I turn to leave, dismissing him with a wave of my hand." "Now if you'll excuse me, I have real work to do."

"I immediately reach to grab my fedora back from Dazai when he takes it, my face contorting into a scowl." "Give it back." "I demand, trying to reach up and snatch it out of his hand." "You have no right to take that."

"I glare up at Dazai, annoyed that he's holding my hat just out of my reach." "Dazai, give me back my hat." "I repeat, my tone firm and unwavering." "I won't ask you again."

"I narrow my eyes, growing angrier with every passing moment as Dazai continues to taunt me by holding my hat just out of reach. I take a deep breath, trying to suppress my rising anger." "Dazai, I don't have time for your games." "I say through gritted teeth." "Give me back my hat or face the consequences."

"I scowl at Dazai, my annoyance at his taunts growing." "I'm not a child anymore, Dazai." "I retort." "And I won't hesitate to make you regret this." "I try to push past him to grab my hat, but he steps out of the way." "You're really pushing your luck, Dazai."

"I take a deep breath, trying to control my anger. I really don't have time for this." "Just give me back my hat, Dazai." "I say through gritted teeth." "Or deal with the consequences of your actions. Don't test my patience."

"I clench my fists, my anger at Dazai's taunts almost boiling over." "Is that so?" "I say, my voice low and threatening." "Maybe you should think again." "I hesitate for a moment, and then lunge forward, using my gravity manipulation to knock Dazai off balance and grab my hat back from his hand." "I warned you." "I mutter as I put my fedora back on, turning and storming off."

"I exhale a deep breath as I walk away from Dazai, my annoyance slowly ebbing as I calm down." "But just as you say, a thought lingers at the back of my mind; Dazai didn't even try to nullify my ability." "That's strange..." "I murmur to myself, pondering over Dazai's odd behavior. Did he simply underestimate me, or did he have something else up his sleeve?"

"I freeze in my tracks, my attention drawn back to my hat as I feel a strange sensation on my head. Was something moving in my hat? I quickly remove my hat and shake it gently, hoping to dislodge whatever might be inside." "What the..." "I trail off as I see a small, wriggling creature fall out of my hat. It's some sort of strange-looking bug that I've never seen before."

"I blink in surprise as another object falls out of my hat- a small, brightly-colored bird. I stare down at the creatures in wonder, not quite sure what to make of this odd turn of events." "What in the world?" "I mutter to myself, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed the strange occurrence."

"I frown as I see Dazai approaching, wondering if he had something to do with the creatures in my hat." "What did you do, Dazai?" "I ask suspiciously." "Did you put those things in my hat?"

"I give Dazai a withering look, my irritation with him flaring up again." "That's not the point." "I snap." "You put those things in my hat without my consent. You know I don't like surprises."

"I cross my arms over my chest, my expression growing even more irritated at Dazai's smirk." "It's none of your business why I don't like surprises." "I retort." "Just...stay out of my things, got it?"

"I narrow my eyes at Dazai's words, remembering all too well the various pranks and stunts he had pulled on me in the past." "You know full well why I don't like surprises, Dazai." "I growl." "If you're trying to annoy me with your foolishness, it's working."

I roll my eyes at Dazai's childish antics, my patience with him quickly wearing thin. "I'm leaving now, Dazai." "I say, turning and walking away without waiting for a response." "Don't follow me."

"I quicken my pace, picking up my speed as Dazai follows after me." "What part of 'don't follow me' do you not understand, Dazai?" "I snap over my shoulder." "I have things to do."

"I wince as Dazai pulls on the longer strand of hair at the back of my head, gritting my teeth in annoyance." "Hey!" "I spin around, my hand raised threateningly." "Get that hand off me, Dazai."

"I rub at the back of my head, scowling at Dazai as he smirks down at me." "What's that?" "I ask, eyeing the small box in his hand suspiciously. I have a feeling that whatever it contains is not going to be to my liking."

"I blink in surprise, caught off guard by Dazai's sudden words." "Whose birthday?" "I ask, looking at Dazai uncertainly. I try to recall whose birthday it could possibly be, but my mind comes up blank."

"I take the box from Dazai, eyeing it suspiciously before opening it to see what's inside. My expression softens slightly as I see what's inside- it's a bottle of my favorite brandy." "Dazai..." "I start to protest, though I can't help but feel a twinge of gratitude for the gesture." "You didn't have to do this."

"I roll my eyes at Dazai's words, feeling a small smile tug at the corners of my mouth despite myself." "I'm not a child, Dazai." "I retort, though my tone is teasing rather than angry." "But I do appreciate the gift. Thank you."

"I stiffen in surprise as Dazai envelops me in a tight embrace, feeling his chin rest on the top of my head. For a moment, I'm not sure what to do, feeling awkward and self-conscious with such a close display of affection." "D-Dazai..." "I stutter, unsure of how to react."

"I tense slightly at the nickname, my irritation with Dazai returning." "Can you please let me go now?" "I ask, my voice coming out more stiffly than I intended." "As executive of the Port Mafia, I have things to attend to, if you don't mind."

"I stare at Dazai, taken aback by his words." "What? A day off?" "I echo incredulously." "What are you talking about, Dazai?" I ask. "I didn't ask for a day off."

"I rub my temples, feeling a headache starting to form." "You really did this without consulting with me first?" "I ask irritably." "Do you have any idea how much work I have to catch up on, Dazai? I can't just take a day off on a whim."

"I narrow my eyes at Dazai's words, a sense of dread settling in the pit of my stomach." "I don't celebrate birthdays, Dazai." "I say sternly." "And if you splash cake on my face, you're going to regret it."

"I flinch at Dazai's words, trying to push back the painful memories that his statement brings up." "That was a long time ago, Dazai." "I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper." "Things have changed since then."

"I pull my hat down over my eyes in irritation, feeling a sense of fondness mixed with annoyance towards Dazai's antics." "You know I'll never get rid of this hat, Dazai." "I say, trying to keep the smile from my voice." "It's part of my image."

"I sigh, resigning myself to the fact that Dazai won't give up so easily." "Fine," "I say, sounding more exasperated than I intend to." "But on one condition- no cake throwing or any other obnoxious activities."

"I roll my eyes at Dazai's response, though I can't help but feel a small sense of amusement." "Just show me where we're going, Dazai." "I say with a resigned sigh." "And try not to cause too much trouble, if you can help it."

"I'm taken aback by Dazai's sincerity, feeling a sense of confusion and disbelief." "Anything I want?" "I say skeptically." "Are you feeling alright, Dazai? That's not like you to offer such freedom."