Chuuya opened his eyes, realizing that after last night he was at home, his headache prevented him from thinking clearly, he looked at the bedside table, where there was an almost drunk bottle of his favorite red wine.

He tried to remember what he had done yesterday. Oh yes he had been with Dazai yesterday, he had invited him over to his house and opened about three bottles of wine, although Dazai had brought his crappy whiskey with him, and they seemed to have gotten drunk on the spot, Chuuya already knew that he was the first one to be pretty drunk, he had a pretty low tolerance for alcohol.

There seemed to be something else going on besides their conversations and insults to each other. Clumsy kisses, cold hands touching his hot skin under his shirt, then he realized he was on the bed where their bodies collided, and then his memories blurred.

A cold breeze blew through the bedroom, and thin white sheets covered the two bodies, because only now Chuuya realized that he was not alone in the bed, the desire to go to bed again was completely gone, a thin hand slid to his waist pulling him closer to him, Chuuya moved at the touch, his eyelashes fluttered, it was easy to see that it was Dazai.

"Dammit Dazai.Already expecting attention from me after last night?"

He mumbled to him, still little sleepy.