Chuuya laid awake in his bed, unable to sleep. He has this feeling in his guts.. one he just couldn’t shake. He looked over at his alarm clock, 1:06am.. he sighed.

He turned before pausing as a knock rang out from his front door. He had a feeling he knew who it was.. a gut feeling that laid deep within his body, like he knew exactly who was waiting for him.

He got up, dragging his weary body to the front door and opening the door. He wasn’t surprised when the feeling was right.. he gently pulled Dazai into the house, closing and locking the door before bringing him further into the penthouse.

Osamu hadn’t been taking Odasaku’s death well.. Chuuya was watching him closely for Mori.. ensuring he didn’t.. again.. he’d rather forget that night.. his bathroom never felt the same. He’d thrown out his tub stopper and locked away every pill to prevent it from ever happening again.