How Could You Write a Thesis in Yokohama Without Going Crazy?

As a graduate student at a spy academy, Zixingxia's thesis was on the head of Japan's Port Mafia.

To finish his thesis, he forged documents and went to Yokohama posing as a medical student studying in Germany. He infiltrated the Port Mafia so he could observe the subject of his thesis up close.

But just as he made it into the boss's bedroom, ready to begin his first day of observation, the boss died.

Zixingxia: ...

Zixingxia: lets out a piercing scream! My thesis!!!

I want to know who killed my thesis!!!

He crawled under the bed and, bristling with indignation, lifted the corner of the bedsheet. Six eyes met across the room: his and those of the two people beside the hospital bed.

Seeing blood splattered across them and the surrounding area, Zixingxia shakily pulled the sheet back down.

Dazai: Looks like I'm not the only witness to this incident, after all, Mr. Mori.

Doctor Mori regretfully put away his scalpel: What a poor, lucky child...

Forced to join the Port Mafia as one of the only two witnesses to the boss's death, Zixingxia spent his days working miserably in the infirmary and his nights writing his thesis even more miserably.

After all, his thesis hadn't disappeared. His research subject had simply changed to the newly appointed boss, Mori.

His thesis draft was stolen. Zixingxia wept and lost his appetite.

The culprit, Boss Mori: I'm sorry, I didn't realize I meant so much to you. But I'm only interested in little girls.

Zixingxia: Just give me back the draft and that'll be enough. I don't want to make a big deal out of this, because I couldn't make one anyway. Waaaah.

Boss Mori: ?

Dazai became a regular at the infirmary, and rumors spread through the organization.

Dazai: Everyone says you follow me around and bandage me because you like me. Is that true?

Zixingxia: Maybe, but I think I'm the top, because I really can't take this anymore.

Dazai: ?

Physically and emotionally exhausted, Zixingxia leaned against the sixteen-year-old Chuuya, who had just joined the organization, and couldn't help sighing.

“In this world of rampant materialism, people's hearts are cold and cruel. Only Chuuya's nai...”

Chuuya fell silent. His fists clenched.

Zixingxia changed course: “...chest still has a little warmth.”

Chuuya: “What is this doctor mumbling about?”

Twilight, the agent living next door to Zixingxia, watched him go undercover in Yokohama, then looked at his own assignment.

Twilight: Junior, want to come back and work as a spy?

After all, with one less person, he'd have to do more work himself! Aaaah!

Pairing: Zixingxia x Chuuya

1. Apologies for any out-of-character moments

2. An attempt to write a protagonist who's timid but a master of hand-to-hand combat

3. Zixingxia: If you make me mad, I'll walk away all fluffy.

Core theme: Have you finished your thesis, kid? (whispers)