Chuuya wants to just drop dead. He was currently being held in the arms of his husband, Osamu. What's so bad about that, you may ask? The fact that the only reason his no muscle having husband can even pick him up is the fact that he got hit by a stupid ass shrinking ability today!

He was already short as is, but now he was the size of maybe a three year old child! He didn't even go up to Dazai's crotch! Stupid ability - he can't believe he would let himself be hit like this. And as much as he loves his ane-san, he'll never forgive her for calling Dazai to come get him! The longer he could go without being laughed at, the better.

Surprisingly, despite laughing a little at first, Dazai hasn't really teased him. The mackerel probably knows how unhappy he is right now. He can appreciate the thought, at least. The idiot knows when to not push it. Chuuya huffed out a sigh, turning his attention to the TV that was playing some stupid sitcom Dazai likes.

He hated this so much. He had no clothes that fit, dressed in a t-shirt that's way too big for him as he's held on his husband's lap. He liked being the one that did the holding, which was fine, considering Dazai liked being held by him, but this was okay for now. "I don't understand how you can watch this shit." Chuuya grumbled as he watched the brainrot playing.