Chuuya could never fathom how damned you, Dazai, were to be in life. He was always outwitted, but also, he was always bombarded with your mischievous acts.

Ever since he found out you lived in a container, He brought you in, so the two of you could live together.

Dazai awkwardly walked into Chuuya's bedroom, a sly, but nerve-wracked grin on his face.

How exactly are you going to tell Chuuya, whose head perked up to stare right at you, that you blew up the microwave? Again?