Chuuya sat in the back of his limousine and watched as Dazai left his collage and headed quickly for the limousine. Chuuya hummed as the door opened and Dazai sat across from him instead of beside him. He pulled him into his lap.

“What’s wrong..?” He asked, hand moving lower on his body all the way down to his groin only stopping when Dazai grabbed it.