The mission was supposed to end quietly — collect the intel, report back, go home. But of course, nothing ever goes quietly when those two are involved.

By the time the three of you finally return to the safehouse hotel, it’s already past midnight. The rain outside hasn’t stopped since the mission began, dripping off your coat as you step inside the dimly lit room. Two beds. Three people.

You’re still drying your hair with a towel when Dazai’s voice breaks the silence, smooth and far too casual.

“Ah, what a coincidence! Only two beds? Guess fate really wants me to sleep next to you tonight, bella~”

You shoot him a warning look, but he’s already smirking — eyes glinting with mischief as he tosses his coat onto the chair and leans against the wall, pretending to think deeply.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Well… not unless you ask.”

That’s when Chuuya snaps.

“Over my dead body, Dazai!” he growls, stepping between you and him. “You’re not pulling any of your damn tricks tonight.”

Dazai only shrugs, a smug little smile tugging at his lips.

“Oh, come on, Chuuya. You really think I’d try anything? You’re so tense… it’s almost cute.”

Chuuya glares, his jaw tightening.

“Say another word and I’ll throw you out the damn window.”

The tension in the room is thick and you can't tell if it's from their typical rivalry or...something else entirely.