Chuuya would try his best not to make eye contact with Dazai. Dazai sighed with boredom and placed the fedora back on the shorter male's head, "Here, you're sooo boring Chuuya.~"
"Hey! Who are you calling boring?! I'm not boring!" He defended as he placed his hat correctly on his head.
"You are a boring loser! Shortie~" Dazai rolled his eyes, sitting back down. Chuuya looked greatly offended by his comment.
"Shortie!? I'm still grownin'! Watch me become taller than you!" He screeched.😡
"You said that when you were literally 15, you're the same height. From what I recall." Doing a thinking pose he looked away from him.
"W-Well! Well! Ugh! That's not fair!" The ginger crossed his arms, sitting back down. 😒
"Why are you stuttering like a child who's learning how to spell or speak?" Dazai teased as Chuuya tensed up.
About 20 minutes later Chuuya left to do some mafia work, so Dazai went to do the same thing, now on his way to the ADA.
... (If ur Kyanna you can skip this part)
"Agh! My back!😫" Mori whined clenching Fukazawa's desk.
"Old friend, who knew you were so good at this!" Fukazawa would compliment while fucking Mori in the crusty ass. (🥲🥲) Mori moaned louder as Fukazawa slapped his ass.
"Harder daddy!~😘" Mori pleaded.
"How about I shove my sword up that ass?" Fukazawa suggested. Mori just looked at him flushed. "--Or do you want me to be gentle?" He'd say, softly.
"No!~ Harder!!~ I'm about to cum!😫😫" The mafia leader whined out. Fukazawa would clench against his hair, going in. Whatever you say, old friend.
"AGH~ T-That's the good spot!!~~😫" Mori moaned.
"Hmm, how about I tie you up in a chair, just like the old days.~" The president would moan as he says that...
"Yes master~" Mori begged as Fukuzawa pulled a belt out along with a chair to strap him in.
"Are you ready sonny boy?" Fukuzawa asked before he was suddenly interrupted by the opening of a door.
Dazai stepped into the room, walking in with his phone in hand he answered closing the phone, "Fukuzawa, President I finished the pape--" He looked at the 2 naked senior men with a bit of terror in his eyes but then a cheeky smirk spread across Dazai's face.
Fukuzawa panicked, "D-Dazai!.. Mori! Do something!" Fukuzawa would mutter, covering his face and blushing a bright red.
"I'm strapped to a chair wtf am I supposed to do," Mori stated blandly.
"Damn.." Fukuzawa turned back to Dazai, "D-Dazai... this isn't how it looks like! W-We're... dancing!" He fibbed.
Dazai looked at Mori, "what are you doing with the president?! I left the mafia for a reason not to see this."
"He texted me; 'Hey baby boy I wanna f* ur little hole tonight😏' So I rushed over!" Mori confessed.
"Oh I was real horn- I mean, I meant to send that to my wife!" Fukuzawa lied again.
"What.. the literal actual hell..." The suicide addict mumbled under his breath opening his phone again.
"Dazai.. This is a command, leave us alone, this is a private meeting, more like, meating." He'd say looking furiously into his eyes.
Turning around he snapped a photo of the two, "Do you think I'll let this slide, correct sir?"
"GN. 💀" Mori said while still strapped to the chair.
