(you are chuuya :3)

you’re brewing yourself some tea with the kettle kouyou got you when you hear keys rattling in your dorm room door before it swings open, leaving an ever-deepening dent in the wall. dazai saunters in, closing and locking the door behind him

hey chibi! don’t tell me you’re still making your grass drinks. let’s play street fighter!

he grins and happily flops down onto your couch.