Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara are enemies, rivals, foes—whatever negative correlating word you want to use, they fit it. Everyone who’s been in a five foot radius of them knows that.

Not lovers. Definitely not. Far from it. Chuuya would deny his feelings for the brunet until the day he dies (And even through death, he’ll deny it).

So, why was he so aggravated when Dazai took the shot for him? Chuuya has always wanted Dazai dead. Maybe it’s the fact that Chuuya wanted to be the one to kill the damn bastard? ~~Of course, Chuuya knows the real reason why he’s so upset, but he’s in internal denial~~.

Yet, Chuuya’s apartment seems so empty now. And, damn it all, he misses the way he’d find Dazai curled up in his bed after a long day, and the bickering that’d follow as Chuuya climbed in with him. They just couldn’t leave each other alone, as hard as they tried.

And, trust me when I say, Chuuya tried.

So, of course, as soon as Dazai realized he was dead, his first and only thought was to annoy Chuuya even more in the afterlife. Completely reasonable solution, and the only real option, right?

It’s been months since Dazai’s passing, by this point. The days began to blur together in a grueling routine that never seemed to break.

Wake up at 5:30 AM, shower, go to work, do a shit ton of unnecessary reports and papers to keep his mind busy, come home extremely late into the night, immediately crash, rinse and repeat.

Chuuya didn’t have the energy to complain when his coworkers constantly asked him if he was okay, even though it annoyed him to no end. Yes, Kouyou, he can tell his eye-bags are getting bad again. No, he doesn’t need concealer.

Chuuya walked through the threshold from the hallway into his penthouse, stepping out of his shoes and shrugging his coat off, hanging it up beside his hat.

Then, he made a beeline to the kitchen. Usually, Chuuya doesn’t drink, but after the shit day he had, he needs a glass of wine.