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It's showtime, hey folks beg your pardon Excuse me.... okay serious time.

Chuuya turned to him, unhazed by Kunikida's presence in their room. The exec turned to Dazai. They seemed to have a full conversation via the looked they shared. Then the redhead man put the bottle of Gravity down on the bedside table and got up from the bed. He stretched out his limbs, to which the brunette chuckled. He knew Dazai's line of thought was something about his height. Chuuya elbowed his stomach in response. Dazai doubled over in pain, but an amused smile remained. Mii-chan brushed passed the blond detective's leg as he exited.

"Coming, ass for brains." The redhead growled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's showtime." Dazai lifted himself off the bed.

The two followed after the detective walking into the courtyard. Dazai, out of the corner of his eye, saw his young mentee with Mori and Yosano. His younger mentee, who only stole one glance at his mentor seemed to be good health. 'This will be a unpleasant dinner.' Dazai thought. Finally, at the door of the hall, the brunette could smell the food that was prepared, only getting stronger as he crossed the entrance. He walked into the hall with his emotion locked in a box as the stares of the individuals within the dining hall aimed to cut him.

Tachihara, Kouyou, and Kenji were setting up bowls and silverware for everyone on the counter.

"We made a hotpot full of ingredents so get yourself a bowl and–" He stopped and turned, "once that's over you answer my questions, all of our questions." Kunikida then walked away from the two and went to go collect himself a bowl.

Double Black just looked at one another and went to collect their meals with the doctors, and Atsushi trailed behind, creating a queue. Once the duo made their bowls, they separated to their sides of the hall. Dazai found a table alone to collect his thoughts with a bowl of beef, green onions, seaweed, an egg, and some noodles. He held the bowl with two hands letting the heat burn his hands. Once satisfied by the pain, Dazai took a gentle sip of the broth. Suddenly, this day seemed to smelt away. And for that moment, it was quiet despite the chatter in the hall of pleasant conversation. Suddenly, he could hear the sea breeze and seagulls flying around. It was peaceful. It was shattered by Atsushi sitting down across from him, his bowl in his hands and a scowl on his face. The boy couldn't leave him alone; it was his nature.

"Me sitting here doesn't mean I've forgiven you," Atsushi harshly whispered as he grabbed his chopsticks. "Or anything." He choked out as he stuffed his face with much-needed sustenance.

"Of course, not." Dazai could grin at the statement. It warmed his heart in a way that only the kid could. They remained in their own world, enjoying the meal that was provided. Every warm sip and every hearty bite until it was gone. Soon enough, they were all done, and Dazai knew it was time.

"Hey–,"

Dazai look into the weretiger's eyes, which had softened since he had sat down.

"Just give me a reason I can accept," Atsushi said, almost pleading in his tone. The weretiger needed to see the Dazai he knows, he needed it to make sense because Dazai saved him from a cruel fate. He gave him a home and showed him how to live. He couldn't be... Atsushi was spiraling and he wanted to know if Dazai would be there to catch him when he fell.

Before Dazai could reply back to his mentee's distress, the sounds of a chair scraping against the hardwood floor took his attention. The detective looked up at the sound to see Kunikida dragging a chair to the middle of the hall. 'What is this an execution!?' Dazai thought. Finally, the chair came to a halt, seeming to get everyone's attention as well as Dazai's.

"Dazai, it's time." The blond said, hovering over the chair.

He rose from his seat and walked to where he would be sitting in his interrogation. The brunette made a show of taking his place, to which his partner rolled his eyes at the action and went to his seat at a nearby table. Dazai looked around towards his two apprentices seemed to be sharing the same expression, 'a reason I can accept.' Atsushi's words rang in his head. The brunette saw from the corner of his eyes older Tanizaki staring him down with an ever-growing scowl. Kunikida broke his thoughts with his arm crossed as he began the interrogation.