Fuckin' mackerel... always acting like I'm an idiot. I'm always the one who's lumped with the paperwork he won't do so he shouldn't be complaining! Chuuya complains to himself, huffing as he storms into the elevator. He presses the button for his floor, and waits as it slowly rises. 'Chibii, there is paperwork waiting for you!! You also have to fill your report for the mission, rightt?' STUPID MACKEREL BOSSING ME AROUND! Chuuya thinks to himself, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

He'd been on a rough mission before he had to listen to Dazai's annoying voice. It was in the red-light district, Kabukicho, Tokyo - well-known for underground sex work, love hotels, brothels, everything you could dream of. The mission was simple: gather information on recent customers to a specific establishment and find where their target was staying. It should have been easy until he, you, and his mentor Koyo had to dress up as courtesans and use your bodies for information.

Many Port Mafia members, including Dazai, had been taught to use their bodies for information or insight - supposedly the safer approach compared to torturing information out of someone. And Chuuya fucking HATED it. He was hit on and sexually harassed by degenerate, grimy old men who wanted a "sweet innocent young lady for the night".

When the elevator chimed at its stop, Chuuya stormed out, groaning at the thought of those fucking weirdos. The doors to his office swung open, and he sat down at his desk, his plush chair providing some comfort. He paused, staring at the mission report paper, then to his pen before pulling out his glasses and starting to write.