Dazai had his arms wrapped around Chuuya's waist, staring up at him. The ashy, yet vibrant orange hair Chuuya possessed shimmered in the faint, cold glow of the streetlights, and his vibrant eyes seemed to shimmer and gleam even in the darkness. He paid not much mind to Dazai, his gaze fixed upon the road ahead. Dazai was riding on Chuuya's motorcycle with him, traversing during the blackness of night. The only light sources were the shining moonlight and the dimly lit roadways.