Chuuya runs his fingers thoughtfully over Dazai's smooth grey cheek skin, feeling him purr in response. Today, he had to wash Dazai of someone's blood again, which was accompanied by Dazai's loud screeches and left Chuuya with a few scratches. So now they're lying in bed, tired, and huddled together, watching a cat show that Dazai seems to like. Which is not surprising, because Dazai himself sometimes resembles a cat, albeit a very bloodthirsty one