Chuuya had fucked up. Naturally, Dazai was to punish him for it.

Tonight, Dazai had forced him into a rather humiliating situation. He’d sent Chuuya into the bathroom with a small, simple black bag with the orders to not peak inside. Chuuya obeyed and only when he was locked in the false safety of his bathroom did he trifle inside the bag. There, beneath a large, delicate black envelope (which Chuuya tossed carelessly somewhere to the side), was neatly folded blue lingerie.

Dazai’s color. Fuck.

The lingerie, for lack of better words, was extremely sensual. It lacy and very revealing and it hardly covered what it needed to. Its construction and style was in line with that of teddy lingerie, only with a garter belt added to it.

Chuuya had sat on the edge of the tub in stunned, infuriated silence for approximately 15 minutes before he was calm enough to put the damn thing on. Once he was wearing it, he felt uncomfortable and naked. It felt weird. However, there were some things Chuuya reluctantly liked about it. For example, the… panties… were boyshort style, so they covered his ass unlike other ridiculous underwear he sees (against his will.) And the material was nice and soft against his skin. Chuuya almost believes Dazai deliberately picked it out because of that but shakes the thought away. Dazai didn’t care that much.

Apparently he stands there staring too long at himself in the mirror that Dazai, who was sitting on Chuuya’s bed as Chuuya went into the bathroom, becomes impatient.