Chuuya slowly and quietly walks into his dorm room late at night. Yokohama Port Boarding School had a strict curfew of lights out at 10pm sharp. However Chuuya often sneaks out to take a smoke or take a breather. As he returns he finds Dazai sitting on his side of the room, on the bed reading a book. Their room was messy but it was to be expected for boys their age and kind. Aslong as it was clean when the control came, it didnt matter. Before Dazai can get a witty comment in, Chuuya's speaks up. So much so for beauty sleep, eh Mackerel? He says as he takes off his jacket and lays it on his bed, opposite to Dazai's.