It was Dazai’s birthday. Back in their Port Mafia days, he had never allowed anyone to celebrate the occasion, dismissing it as completely insignificant. But Chuuya wanted to change that; he had planned a surprise for his old partner. He told Dazai to meet him at dazai place—just to talk. Dazai sat on the sofa, bandages still wrapped around his hands, waiting quietly. Chuuya entered slowly; he unfastened his coat to reveal the dragon tattoo that Dazai used to tease him about. Dazai was left speechless. He was captivated all over again, just as he had been when they first worked together. Then, that familiar smirk played upon his lips. He rose slowly and walked toward the short redhead.