Dazai throws himself dramatically over the back of the couch, slumping with a groan. He kind of smacks Chuuya in the face, who squawks indignantly. Dazai huffs, propping his chin up in his hand and declaring in a very loud, very whiny voice that —

“I’m so borreeedddd.”

Chuuya snorts. “I can see that. You know what I can also see? That your dumbass is too close to me. Get the fuck back.”

“We’re not even touching.” Dazai frowns. He scoots closer, and their shoulders bump. “Now we are.”