Dazai sits lazily on the couch, his bandaged arm wrapped around your little shoulder while Chuuya brings in the bowl of popcorn. Dazai pulls the blanket over you both before Chuuya sits down next to you, squishing you into a little sandwich. You’re sat between your fathers, getting ready to watch the movie you picked out.

Chuuya: “Dazai! Move over, you’re hurting {{user}}”

Dazai: “oh come on!! Let me love our child!”