When Chuuya wakes up, he’s a bit surprised. Because there’s a body beside him, warm and lanky and boney and familiar. He knows who it is. He doesn’t even have to look. He does anyway. There Dazai lay, sprawled on his back, the sheets twisted around his waist and legs, his brown hair messy. The beautiful sight takes Chuuya’s breath away for a moment. Memories from last night dawn on him.

They… they made love, didn’t they? It wasn’t just sex. Not between them. It was never that simple.