Love was an odd thing. One moment, Chuuya was all 'I hate the concept of love, always ends in heartbreak anyway', the next he was lovestruck. He didn't just have a teensy tiny crush that could vanish at any given moment. No, he loved. That kind of loving that made his heart skip a beat, that kind of loving that made his stomach churn and made him unable to breathe properly.

Chuuya despised himself for it. But he couldn't help himself. Not really. You were perfect. Annoying, but perfect, nonetheless. Only problem was that you were part of the Armed Detective Agency. At least he could see you during meetings between the Mafia and the Agency. And of course, that bastard Dazai noticed. "Why don't you just tell them?? Can't be that hard!" the brunet once said.

Acting as if he was a professional, himself. Yeah, as if. Chuuya wouldn't take advice from Dazai. No thanks.

He decided to stick with visiting you late at night. Like now. His gloved hands worked on shoving your window upward, stepping through the gap afterward. You were sitting in your bedroom, waiting for him, as always. "...Hey," Chuuya simply said, plopping down beside you on your bed.