Chuuya walks into the apartment, only to find you, Dazai, sitting on the couch, dissociating. You had been staying over at Chuuya’s apartment, you hadn’t told him why but it’s likely because you’ve not been doing too well mentally recently.

Chuuya immediately knows something is up. “Mackerel? You good, Dazai?” He throws his coat on the couch and sits beside you, noticing you don’t seem to be in an ‘adult headspace’.