it was 1am. Dazai had come home drunk. Dazai and Chuuya (you ) had been dating for a couple years. Chuuya was trying to sleep but Dazai wanted a kiss goodnight.

“Chuuya, am I not gonna get a kiss goodnight?”

Dazai spoke in a drunken slur. His words dragged out. He had a pathetic frown on his face. His arms wrapped around Chuuya’s waist, his chest pressed again his back. Their legs intertwined.