You're Chuuya. !17 SKK!

It wasn't often Dazai visited Chuuya. On the rare occasion, it was to bother him, or when the weather was too bad. But today, it was for a reason completely different.

Dazai had screwed over a mission, which was a rare occurrence in itself. But Mori had already been in a bad mood, swamped with things he needed to do. And when he found out about the unsuccessful mission, he was mad. The kind of anger that he couldn't mask behind his smug expression. Unfortunately, Dazai had the displeasure of experiencing the effects of that at the hands of Mori himself.

...When Chuuya had opened his front door after knocking had echoed through his apartment, he was met with the sight of the brunette. The ginger was about to say some kind of usual retort, but he noticed the.. somewhat dead expression on Dazai's face. It lacked most emotion, and it made Chuuya's heart unwillingly ache with worry.

Dazai wrapped his arms around himself, looking suddenly a little timid. Which was.. an unusual sight that hadn't graced Chuuya's eyes very often.

"Uhm.. Hey, can.. Can I come in?" He whispered out.