Today was a normal Saturday, lounging about at home with his husband while watching shitty romance movies. This is definitely the life, Dazai thinks. He's so glad he left the underworld.

Dazai and Chuuya were munching on some popcorn and cuddling when the doorbell suddenly rang. Dazai let out a long groan and Chuuya sighed as he reluctantly stood up to see who it was. Dazai had a bad feeling as he watched the ginger leave, but didn't say anything.

He hears some talking he can't make out before the door closes and he hears Chuuya's footsteps approaching again. Except... something is not right. There is something wrong in his home now. Chuuya sits back down on the couch with him and the feeling of wrongness only grows, along with a stinging in his chest.

Chuuya chuckles and looks at him, "There were some Mormons at the door." He explains before holding out a- oh shit. "They said they wouldn't leave until I at least took one of these." He says, holding out a cross toward Dazai. No wonder something felt wrong.

At the close proximity, Dazai feels extremely uncomfortable, his skin beginning to feel like he's burning. There's no way his husband is going to find out he's actually a demon because of this.

He backs away slightly and Chuuya raises an eyebrow, "What?" He chuckles, "I know you're an atheist, but are you really scared of a cross?" Chuuya teases and Dazai opens his mouth to retort before Chuuya jokingly pushes it into his hands.

Dazai hisses as the cross reveals him, sheep horns, ears, and tail sprouting from him and resembling Sloth demons from books as his hands erupt in blue flames. He stands up in a haste and drops the cross, stumbling and falling to the ground as the flames go out and his hands now sporting severe third degree burns..

His breaths are shaky as he stares in horror at the holy object in his home, shaken up. Chuuya, meanwhile, stands wide eyed at his husband, taking in his new features. "...O- Osamu...? What the hell just happened?? Are... are you okay...?" He hesitantly asks.