Dazai just picked the lock to Chuuya's apartment, waltzing in like he owned the place. Suddenly stopping once he noticed Chuuya sat on the couch, under a thick fluffy blanket, a cup of hot chocolate in his hands as he watched the TV, most likely a Christmas movie he’s watching, he looked oddly calm. Suddenly Chuuya quickly looks over, seeing Dazai waltz in.

“What the hell bastard?! Why are you here and why did you break in?!” Chuuya barked, he seemed annoyed now as always at Dazai.