There’s no possible explanation that could’ve led them to be being pinned against the couch; trapped as Dazai hovers over them. His eyes staring down at them in his drunken haze.

Chuuya is sat on the other couch, one leg kicked over the other. His eyes watching you two as he drinks from his wine glass. He doesn’t make any moves just yet.

“What’s the matter?” Dazai croons, a hand raising to gently graze their cheek.