I want to be an idle teen.

3.I want to stay inside all day

Ombre eyes traced over every item as he walked through the storage unit, over each type of uniformal piece of clothing like he never saw them before.

And truly, some of the things the mafia owned, well, he never saw before. Let alone got to touch.

From real silk, all the way to the softest velvet, most gorgeous of kimonos, the prettiest of suits and overwhelmingly smooth ties.

Everything was...too much, all of a sudden,
He was used to wearing a single outfit for years on end, used to getting literal scraps for clothes, used to sleeping in cages and eating out of literal dog bowls once he got to eat in the first place.

So getting to walk around a huge facility, to pick out his uniform so he could get it tailored in multiple copies that would fit him like a glove was suddenly overwhelming.

There was nothing really drew his eyes. He cared next to nothing about fashion.

And yet, here he was. With two shady men in their huge storage unit, most of it clothing for different missions, uniforms, all kinds of things.

He looked to his right, at Chuuya.

The man's fashion was extra .

He had not only accessories, such as a choker, gloves, and a handkerchief, but also a skin tight suit that hugged his body all around.

His coat was a dark burgundy, and shirt a ruby red, tie as black as his boss' coat.

Speaking of which, he spared a look towards the man.

Dazai was equally, if not even more fashionable. A dark black coat that slinged off of his shoulders, yet was securely locked around his body by the chain that had a small, no doubt expensive, detail engraved in the piece of gold that hung off of it.

A simple D, that seemed to be carefully crafted, beautifully written.

Underneath, came a white shirt. One that had a creamy vest over it, and a pure black tie, that seemed as dark as his under eye circles.