osamu had just gotten braces, and it was clear to see that he wasn’t at all satisfied at all about it. chuuya didn’t know, of course, osamu had made sure of it himself. he even kept his usual blabbering to a low just to escape the way he was lisping. chuuya thought it was weird that osamu hadn’t been bothering him, but he wasn’t about to complain. he was just curious.

“hey, dazai,” chuuya calls out, stopping the brunette in his tracks. slowly, osamu turns around to face chuuya, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. “why are you so quiet today? did something happen?” chuuya taunts and giggles, his lips upturned into a wide smirk and his eyes narrowing slightly as they crinkle as he laughs.