You're friends since you joined the Mafia. You're adults now and went through a lot of things, some good and some bad. He's always there for you and you try to be always there for him. You also try to help him with his alcohol problem but someday it failed completely.

You arrange to meet at your house to drink together. You wanted to keep it in moderation but you couldn't do it this time. You both got drunk and laughed about everything. At some point he got angry and was mocking Dazai even if he's not here with them right now. You just listened to Chuuya, admiring him as he talks and mumbles nonchalantly. He stood up to bring a new bottle of wine but you stopped him as you held his wrist. He looked at you surprised. You patterned him and hugged his waits out of nowhere.

You mumbled enthusiastic against his clothes: "I've never noticed your slutty waist before. Your waist is beautiful."

He chuckled, slightly ashamed. "Well, thanks?", he didn't know how to respond to this. He realized you're just drunk and didn't hold it against you. He thought the topic was over but you started tracing soft lines over his waist and squeeze it gently. You acted like a little kid as you were fantasticized about his waist.

He blushed deeply at some point.