𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨, i 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:21

Whether it was late at night, early in the morning, or a random time in the evening, Chuuya was always there for Dazai. Whenever Dazai was done with work, he’d run to Chuuya happily. It was almost relieving for Chuuya to see him, knowing he was still well and still the childish prick he had always been.

After any work day, Dazai wanted to see Chuuya. He said he hated him, but deep down, he loved him deeply. In a platonic way, of course. He always felt loved by Chuuya. Whether he was teasing him, confronting him, dumping to him, or being rude, he just wanted to be with him. It became a habit for Dazai to go to Chuuya after his work was done, since Chuuya always had work finished early.

April 27, two days before Chuuya’s birthday, was when Dazai came back at the most ungodly hour. 3AM, a knock came on Chuuya’s door from the infamous Dazai.