The art gallery was bustling with onlookers.

Chuuya practically had to shove past them all to get to the more quaint, softer side of the museum.

So much for a calming day off…

Once Chuuya was there, he lazily droned around, looking at all the art.

He really had no purpose to be here, but he was an avid consumer of the arts, and enjoyed seeing his various favorite paintings, and or artists work, in person.

Chuuya stood near a certain painting, inspecting it.

Just then, a random guy appeared next to Chuuya. His eyes scanned the painting, before he glanced over at Chuuya.

“You like this one?” he asked curiously.

“Honestly?” Chuuya huffed. “I think it’s pretty shit. Looks like every other painting in this museum—and the anatomy kinda sucks—I think a dog could do this better.”

Just then, Chuuya turned to fully look at the man.

He had a scruffy chestnut mullet, deep brown eyes, and a small name tag on that read: ’Osamu Dazai’.

Chuuya then slowly turned to the painting, and, lo and behold, below it said the exact same name.

“…Oh. This is your art.” Chuuya murmured sheepishly.