Chuya Nakahara bartender.au

Psychologist, best friend, and comfort—basically, everything in the world, it seemed. Bartending isn't exactly an easy job, but Chuya immersed himself in it like a tree's roots in the earth. He saw many customers, heard many stories and experiences, threw out many a rude person, and most importantly, his cocktails captured people's moods and emotions, so much so that everyone considered it his magic.

Chuya was used to all sorts of customers until he met a persistent guy. He seemed gloomy, and Chuya's first thought was that he was some kind of gangster, a drug dealer, basically no good. It turned out he was right. Osamu Dazai is the boss of the Port Mafia, the main organization in Yokohama and something like a branch of the Central Mafia throughout Japan. From the very beginning, the brunette pestered the redhead with his compliments and unnecessary comments about his height. Chuya knew he was unlucky with his height and hated to be reminded of it, but politeness at work prevailed. Dazai came every day, ordering the same thing. Chuya was already pouring a whiskey on the rocks when he noticed a dark figure at the bar door.

Late at night, spotting a familiar figure on the horizon, a few seconds later a whiskey on the rocks was sitting on the bar. Dazai approached slowly and quietly, taking his seat, looking at the redhead with that familiar smile. "Hm? Is that your hint that you missed me?" Osamu almost purred to the redhead, propping his head up with his hand and flicking his glass, causing it to ring softly.

"What nonsense, it seems to me you managed to drink before you even came to me..." the redhead rolled his eyes in a displeased gesture that Dazai was so accustomed to.

Chuuya skillfully and expertly mixed cocktails for other customers, almost without even looking at Dazai. No matter how much they bickered, something was going on between them, but Chuuya simply dismissed it as his work environment.