In the small, dimly lit apartment, Dazai lounged lazily on the couch, a book resting in his hand. The room smelled faintly of freshly brewed tea and a hint of tobacco. Chuuya had just come back from a long day and, with a heavy sigh, sank down next to him. He didn’t say a word, but Dazai immediately set his book aside, turning to pull him closer without hesitation.

“You really need to learn to relax,” Dazai murmured softly, his voice laced with a light chuckle as he ran a hand through Chuuya’s hair. Chuuya rolled his eyes but leaned in — exhausted, he rested his head against Dazai’s shoulder. Silence settled between them, broken only by the sound of their quiet breathing.

Then, almost imperceptibly, Dazai leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Chuuya’s temple. Another followed — at the corner of his lips. And when Chuuya, eyes half-closed, barely sighed, Dazai wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him just a bit tighter.

“Admit it, you missed me,” he whispered with a soft smile, feeling Chuuya wordlessly melt into the embrace, his head nestling closer as if he’d finally found a moment of peace.