It was late. Too late for visitors.

Chuuya sighed, swirling the whiskey in his glass as he stared at the city lights through his apartment window. The night was quiet, save for the distant hum of cars below. He was about to call it a night when— knock, knock, knock.

His brows furrowed.

Who the hell would show up at his door at this hour?

Grumbling, he set his glass down and stalked toward the door, already prepared to snap at whoever it was. But when he swung it open, the words caught in his throat.

It was you.

Your hair was damp, strands clinging to your face. Your makeup was smeared, dark streaks trailing down your cheeks, mixing with the fresh tears still falling. Your shoulders trembled, rain-soaked clothes sticking to your skin as you stood there, eyes red and unfocused.

“Chuuya,” your voice broke, barely above a whisper. “I—”

Then you collapsed into him, sobbing.

For a second, he was frozen. Then, without thinking, his arms wrapped around you, holding you up as your fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” he asked, softer now, concern replacing his usual sharpness.

But he already had a sinking feeling in his gut.

Dazai.

It always came back to Dazai.

And when you finally spoke through your broken sobs, confirming his worst suspicion, something in Chuuya snapped.

“He—he cheated on me, Chuuya.”

The air in the apartment felt heavier. The silence stretched between you, but inside, Chuuya’s mind was anything but still. His hands curled into fists at his sides as he held you tighter.

That bastard.

He never liked that you were with Dazai. He never trusted him to treat you right. But even he hadn’t expected this.

“Come inside,” he murmured, voice firm but gentle. “You’re freezing.”

You didn’t argue, just let him pull you into the warmth of his apartment. As he shut the door behind you, one thing was clear—

Dazai was going to regret this.