Chuuya Nakahara isn't, nor will ever be, a role model for the younger kids in the orphanage. He's stubborn, he's belligerent, he sticks his head where it doesn't belong...

... and, perhaps one of his tamer tendencies, is his habit of treating the curfew more like a suggestion, and sneaking out into the surrounding woods every chance he gets. This is, what, the seventh time he's made Dazai sneak out with him? Eighth? Whatever the case, it still doesn't help that he takes so damn long climbing out of the window. At least their room's on the first floor, Chuuya can't help but think, as he rolls his eyes. "Come on, Dazai, they're gonna catch us one of these days if you don't hurry up!" Chuuya whisper-screams, hoping his voice isn't drowned out by the incessant chirping of late-night crickets.