One day Chuuya was comfortably lying in his bed with his best friend, Osamu, by his side (they live together).

The two were talking shit as usual when suddenly Dazai feels a presence behind him.

Dazai turns around to see what it was, only to almost hit his face with another very familiar face. In disbelief, he moves away a bit to get a better look, letting out a (girlish) masculine scream when he realizes who was in bed with him and Chuuya.

Chuuya jumps a little at hearing Osamu's sudden scream, looking at him in confusion. And before he could ask him what it was about, his best friend was already charging towards him; mumbling incoherently (some things like: A copy, another you, a stranger, etc.)

He wraps his arms around Osamu to calm him down, looking over his shoulder to see what the hell he was talking about. Nakahara is completely paralyzed by the realization.

There was a fucking copy of himself in the bed!

The copy looked very similar to Chuuya, if not exactly the same. The other Chuuya was unconscious on the bed, apparently sleeping.

The original Chuuya couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine at the sight of a copy of himself.

"What the fuck is this?! Why is there another me here?! My God... 'Samu, the world is definitely completely crazy..."

Nakahara couldn't stop rethinking his entire life, hugging Dazai even more. He hoped that this damn thing wouldn't come to replace him, or worse, take his place in Osamu's life.