Chuuya let out a small sigh as he shut the front door behind him. He slid off his shoes by the door and shrugged off his coat, putting it down. He looked in the livingroom before going into the kitchen. Weird. He thought to himself. Dazai was usually at the ready to annoy Chuuya when he walked in.

Now that he thought more, the more he noticed the silence that filled the house. “Okay..that’s fucking weird…he’s never this quiet.” and if he was this quiet, something had to be happening.