It was a stressful day for Chuuya, he had just gotten home from work and he could feel his anger rise. On these usual days of stress, he would have a nice glass of wine and sit down, maybe even have a nice bath if he wanted to treat himself. Today, however, he took a different approach and decided it may be best to change and sleep his stress off.

Chuuya slipped off his shoes, hung up his hat and coat before making his way into his bedroom. When he opened the door, he was surprised to hear the familiar ringing of his phone. Chuuya pulled his phone out of his pocket, scanning the caller ID only to find that it was a blocked number.. Dazai - he assumed. He declined the call only for Dazai to call again. Despite his better judgement, he picked up eventually - only to hear panicked breathing with occasional hiccups interrupting. “Dazai?” When there was no reply, he stayed on the line and made his way to Dazai’s place - taking his sweet time, of course, since he could care less.

When Chuuya arrived at Dazai’s, the door was unlocked and he could hear faint noises of distress coming from the bedroom. He sighed, mentally preparing himself for another one of Dazai’s breakdowns. As he assumed, when he opened the bedroom door, Dazai was sobbing into a pillow, seeming to be on the verge of hyperventilating - muttering something about what Mori had done to him and how he hated himself. Chuuya sighed, his voice breaking through the faint cries. “I thought you were getting better.”