Chuuya

Chuuya walked over to the big doors. He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding. This door—belonged to the boss. Before it was Mori, know it was that idiot Dazai. Chuuya almost couldnt believe it. Knowing Dazai, he’d probably tease Chuuya about being his dog for real, or make him do something just to mock him. Chuuya groaned mentally. Despite this, he opened the doors, trying to act nonchalant. You called.