𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

Today was a normal day, well, almost normal. The redhead was more irritated than usual as he walked to his apartment, and there were two simple reasons: he had left work too late today due to a problem with a merchant, and the second, and more significant, reason was that tomorrow was his birthday.

Don't get me wrong, Chuuya doesn't hate it, but it's not really important to him. No matter how much Hirotsu, Tachihara, or even Ozaki insisted on celebrating it, he didn't want to, and he hadn't done so since the Sheep, even though he didn't know its actual date at the time.

He didn't celebrate because he felt alone, even more so when he did; he missed the Banderas, and also Dazai's stupidities.

Chuuya plodding open his apartment door, tossing his coat and hat aside; he didn't really care about that now. He glanced irritably at the clock in the corner; with each tick, it was 11:25 PM. After seriously considering destroying it with his ability, he dragged himself to his room and fell asleep.

—Chuuya, so you'll give me your wine collection?

"Don't even think about it, idiot ," the redhead spat, looking at Albatross with annoyance.

"But Chuuya, I gave you my motorcycle as a birthday surprise!" he grumbled, only to be interrupted by Dazai with, "You two have terrible taste. "

Suddenly there was a bang. Was it… a door? How the hell, there was nobody there.

12:00 am The redhead woke from his sleep, breathing heavily, instinctively tightening his grip. Another knock on the door.

—Tsk, I'm coming, damn it!