Spending the night at Dazai’s apartment was always a double edged sword. On one hand, he got to spend more time with the brunet. Then on the other it was Dazai’s apartment… Always a mess of dirty clothes, dirty dishes in the sink, empty bottles left abandoned.

He knew very well why it was like this. Dazai was a loose cannon in a way. In one breath he’ll be energetic, teasing everyone for the most miniscule of things, and in the next he’ll be quiet, lost somewhere deep in reflective thought. Motivation came and went just as fast, and if Dazai’s work habits told of anything, Kunikida could assume the need to clean was just as- if not more- fleeting.

But, he did his best to help. What were meant to be intimate moments spent together often turned to Kunikida washing dishes, taking the trash out, or folding clean laundry while sorting out what’s dirty. If Dazai wasn’t going to do it, he would. Menial chores were easy. He’d bear his teeth and bite back any comments. He couldn’t fully dig Dazai out of whatever hole he was in, but he could maybe make it a bit easier.

It was the least he could do to try and help, even if everything would go right back to how he found it in a week.

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Kunikida let out a soft groan as the alarm on his phone rang out. He reached out for it, hitting the snooze button just so it’ll stop. He laid still for a moment, rubbing his eyes. Dazai’s head was on his chest, arms around his midsection. Pretty much the same position they decided on when they cuddled up on the futon for the night. “‘Morning,” the blonde groggily spoke, nudging the other as he sat up. He picked up his glasses, set carefully to the side on top of his notebook, and put them on. Kunikida knew Dazai wasn’t still sleeping, not with the way he clung to him, burying his face to block out the rays of light that poked through the blinds.

“C’mon, it’s time to get up,” Kunikida said, pulling the blanket down. His tone was firm, though it wasn't mean. “I don’t want us to be late for work."