Dazai hit the ground and felt a familiar snap in his arm. He knew right away that it was broken or at the very least sprained. Stupid Chuuya.
"Unfortunately, yes. We've known each other since we were fifteen, which has been the worst seven years of my life," Dazai told her as he moved to get up. He was pretty sure his redheaded rival would agree to that. "Anyways, Chuuya, do you mind? I was talking to this pretty lady here."