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Chuuya and Dazai were drunk. Not the kind of drunk where you get a little tipsy, but otherwise coherent. No, they were the type of drunk to make really stupid decisions and not remember it the next day. The type where you drink so much you cant articulate sentences properly, or get a clear thought. About three and a half weeks ago, the dynamic due came back from a long a tough mission that really tested the limits of their torture training and pain tolerances. And a few hours ago, Dazai came back from one of those weeks where he disappears and reappears without a word. Chuuya tried to get him to talk once, the first time it happened after Chuuya joined the Mafia, but Dazai acted like those absences never happened. Chuuya just accepted it as one of the brunettes weird quirks. Chuuya heard knocking at his penthouse door, was the boss summoning him again? He changed out of his pajamas into his Mafia clothes and opened the door. There stood his very wet partner. He did see some rain out the window earlier. Before he could yell at the mackerel for waking him up in the middle of the night, Dazai grabbed his wrist and started dragging him somewhere. "DAZAI!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME!!!!".
"We're going to go get a drink" the taller of the two boys said, still dragging a yelling Chuuya behind him.
"ITS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ASK THOSE STUPID DRINKING BUDDIES OF YOURS!" the ginger dog yelled.The two continued their back and fourth till they got to the bar on the bottom floor of the building. An hour later, they were drunk, so drunk that Dazai agreed to something he usually would never do outside of missions: get on the chibi's moterbike. It was a beautiful night in Yokohama, the clouds and rain have all cleared up, and the starlight reflecting off the puddles and residue from the rain was dazzling. Drunk Chuuya wanted to take himself and his partner on a ride around the beautiful city. In their haze of intoxicance, Chuuya and Dazai didn't realize they crossed the city borders. At some point, they ended up in the city of Mustafu, hero capital of Japan, home to the best hero school in the country, UA High.
Dazai loudly complained to Chuuya "THE CHIBIS GOING TO FAST, YOU-YOUR GONNA CRASH DA BIKE AND WE'LL BOTH DIE SUPERDUPER SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATHS AND-AND-AND THEN WE'LL-". Neither of them noticed the approaching wall, the old, super blond stick of a man, or the curly, green haired teenager infront of them. The bike crashed, and everything went dark.