After Dazai had left the Port Mafia, you were a "replacement" for him. Filling the position as Mori's favorite, as well as Chuuya's partner. You and Dazai come into contact accidentally. You couldn't stand the man, however you also felt something fo...
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Your body was spread comfortably across your fluffy bed. Your drawn curtains allowed the lambency from the sun to light up your dark interior room. You were at peace in your room. You had taken a short nap after Dazai drove you back to the Port.
You opened your eyes, groaning at the intrusion of the sun's rays hitting them. You stood, allowing your feet to touch the cold floorboards that ran through your room. A frown grew across your lips as you shut your eyes, stretching your arms high above your head.
Your muscles tensed, making you remember your wounded torso. You slightly winced at the pain, deciding it would be best to see how it was doing. Sluggishly, you made your way to your bathroom. You took out a blue box and removed the gauze and ointment for your personal need.
You disregarded your borrowed t-shirt from Yosano, leaving you just in your bra. You slowly, but carefully, unraveled the dirty bandage. You looked at your reflection in the mirror after removing the cloth. The wound was a nasty red, the stitches certainly did their job at keeping the skin in place. It was guaranteed there would be a foul scar left behind for the rest of your career. You took some cream from the tube, continuing to gently rub circles around the lesion. Shortly after, you used a new gauze to wrap the slash.
You put the baggy shirt back over your top, hiding the bullet hole. Abidingly, you gawked at yourself in the mirror, picking at your skin. Your mind pointed out all of your flaws and imperfections, to which you sighed.
Three taps of a knock came from the door. You were confused as to who it may be since you never got too many visitors.
You scratched your head, trying to fix your mess of hair before answering the door. You quickly hopped out of the bathroom to the entrance of your room. Opening the door, you were met with a jubilant Gin and Higuchi.
"What brings you ladies here?" You jokingly asked.
"Well," Higuchi started, she fiddled with the hem of her casual shirt. Gin stood next to her, sporting a tee and shorts. "We were wanting to go out tonight and was wondering if you wanted to come with us?"
Before you could answer, Gin chimed in, "It's been so long since we hung out, we need to catch up.We can wear fancy dresses and drink. Thee perfect night out if you ask me."
"You guys are trying to upsell me, but I'm already in." The two girls glowed at your acceptance. "What time?"
"We were thinking ten?" Higuchi spoke for the both of them.
