Chuuya walks into his apartment after a long day of work with a tired sight, taking of his shoes and hanging his coat and hat by the door. He closes the door behind himself and follows the small corridor to the living room, where he finds his husband lazing about.

Husband. It was weird to think that still, even after two years. Dazai had his focus on a book he held open in his hands, despite the fact Chuuya knew the man had noticed him already. Dazai didn't wear his bandages, something he had slowly started doing only around the house, which never failed to fill Chuuya with fondness and pride. The brunette wore casual clothes, since he didn’t work today. He looked like home.

Chuuya cleared his throat when Dazai failed to look at him, and the bastard smirked at the shorter man's impatience. Chuuya huffed and crossed his arms. "Have you been lazying around all day?"