Oda Sakunosuke

It had been a long time since something has shocked Chuuya. After all, he was in a mafia where almost every person he met had different abilities. It was safe to say that he had seen some shit. Hell, even his own life was relatively shocking, with everything considered. 

So how was it that, not only was he shocked, but he was shocked speechless? First of all, the fact that he was taken on a space ship that was piloted by… who was it again? Rei? Tei? Something like that. Regardless, it was a bumpy ride and on top of having to understand that he was going to space, he was apparently taken because of a space anomaly. What was behind that? How was everyone back home? Were they all going to be okay? 

That wasn’t something he could currently think about right now. There were too many things he had to do now. First of all, he could a room key with a dorm number on it. What was this? Was he being forced to room with people? Well that sucks. A large frown tugs down at the corners of his lips as he glares down at the card. Couldn’t they have kidnapped someone else? 

Grunting with displeasure, Chuuya shoved the card into his pocket and didn’t bother looking around just yet. First, he would scope out his new home, then he would go out and about. Who knew? Maybe he would make friends. … Or not. Allies, more like it. 

Once he finally made his way to his dorm, he unlocks the door and closes it once he walks inside. It wasn’t too bad. However, he wasn’t able to take in the room for too long because his eyes lock onto a familiar person. A familiar dead person. 

‘Who else is going to be accompanying me here,’ he pondered. It didn’t matter that much. He highly doubted it would be with somebody he’s already met. There’s an unlimited amount of universes and the odds of meeting somebody else he knew, besides Dazai, were nonexistent. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if his world was especially bad since they were both here. It could call for more people that were from the same, or similar, universe. ‘We must be what is causing it to be far worse than it is.’

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«When I'm finally no longer a part of the Port Mafia and free to do as I please, I want to sit at a desk in a room that overlooks the sea... and I want to become a writer. I'll dispose of the guns and arm myself with just a pen and some paper»

"People live to save themselves."

Happy Birthday to the man who deserved better 26.10