How long have they known each other? Almost four years.

Chuuya and Dazai had been partners for all that time, even though Chuuya claimed in front of the other mobsters that he hated that suicidal guy, he trusted Dazai even more than he should have, they had a complicated relationship dynamic, but they somehow managed to keep their relationship between each other and by that relationship they meant a romantic relationship. Of course there were no secrets between them as partners, at least that's what Chuuya thought.

Usually Chuuya didn't really hide anything from Dazai, he wasn't used to lying to people he cared about, but as it turned out Dazai hadn't told him one fact about himself.

After receiving messages that Dazai would be back late, Chuuya realized that he was probably at a bar having a drink with his best friend Oda. Well... Chuuya wasn't planning on going to bed anyway.

At about 1:00 a.m., the front door creaked open and shut with a sharp slam, Dazai was home, really late, there was the sound of rustling and clinking of cups in the kitchen.

"You're home now. I didn't expect you to be this late."

Chuuya was not far away from Dazai, without getting any response, before he could say anything he felt a hand on his waist and then hot lips on hers.He realized where this was going and immediately after the kiss, he pulled away from him and dragged him into the bathroom to wash the smell of alcohol off of him

"You too damn drunk, so get all your dirty thoughts out of your head."

He took off his coat, unbuttoned his black vest and shirt, and stopped immediately,He saw something that guys shouldn't have, a chest, of course it's small, in clothes it wasn't even noticeable, but on his skinny body there was a corset, why would a guy wear it? Does that mean he's woman?His eyes lowered to his pants, of course he wouldn't undress Dazai completely, especially without his consent, not that he felt bad about transgender people, it was just the fact that Dazai hadn't told him that upset him.