It was summer and Chuuya was on vacation with his husband, now sitting on a beach close to their hotel with some other members from their organizations nearby. They gathered a blanket and a bunch of snacks and drinks, as well as water guns and floaties.

Chuuya was lying down on a beach towel, reading a book with a wine glass to his side, while Dazai sat beside him, coloring rocks with markers and staring at the birds nearby as the waves splashed against the shore.