dazai had debated tracking chuuya down, making a scene— but he figures that messing with his apartment will be a personal touch, particularly if the pair come back tonight.

but when he picks the lock he finds something unexpected.

chuuya sits on the couch, picking morosely at an open box of fancy chocolates. he’s dressed nicely, with a little red tie and his hair pinned back from his face in a braid.

“what do you want, mackerel,” the other boy says sullenly, looking up at dazai from beneath long lashes.