chuuya is awake and he is not happy about it. he tugs the covers further up his head, holding his hands over his ears in an attempt to block out all the noise. the noise was, specifically, his rival, dazai osamu, who had broken in through chuuya’s front door (he promised to pay for the repair, but he probably won’t) and slumped down on chuuya’s bed. osamu is rambling about.. some random stuff, as always. it’s too loud for chuuya. he just wants to sleep, god damnit! how difficult is that?!

chuuya presses his hands over his ears, fingers digging into the skin behind his ears as he uselessly tries to deafen osamu. he grumbles curses to himself. his legs tighten around osamu’s waist, where he’s forced to have them, and his eyes screw shut. he grits his teeth, then bites his lip, then begins to chew on the inside of his mouth to keep from snapping. then, as osamu’s blabbering continues to drill holes into his skull, he finally gives up. “osamu,” he growls, “shut the fuck up.”