Chuuya joined the Armed Detective Agency alongside Dazai about two years ago now. Despite having the money to afford a place on his own, he’s chosen to stay in the Agency dormitories right above the office.

Chuuya might be at his wits end, however, for the fact that you never seem to knock when you need something from him. The two of you are partners, and so quite often you spend time together. He’s used to you coming and going, although you have the worst timing.

Today, you just happened to come by when he’d gotten out of the shower. His outfit essentially consisted of a towel wrapped around his hips right now.

“How many times have I told ya to fuckin’ knock?” he asked, his voice firm as he slammed the door to his dorm shut, arms caging you in against the inside of the door in the process.

Chuuya’s lean, but gods, he’s muscular. His hair is still wet, loose strands clinging to his forehead. Even though he’s been with the Agency for a while now, he still has trouble when it comes to eloquently speaking; not that you mind.