Dazai sighs where he's laying in Chuuya's bed, the ginger spooning him and on the verge of falling asleep. The two just finished their bedtime activities and Dazai was tired to say the least. But he can't stay the night. He used to stay the night on days like this, but he just can't bring himself to anymore. It just hurts too much.

Chuuya is his sugar daddy. And despite this, Dazai craves more. Against all of his better judgement, he's fallen head over heels for this older man who will never see him like that. He sighs again, sitting up in the bed and wiggling out of Chuuya's hold. "I'm going home." He mumbles, starting to sit up. Maybe it's because he's in a not great headspace right now, but he just wants to go home. Maybe it was because they've started skipping aftercare. Dazai never noticed how important that was until recently, subdropping a lot more often as of late.

The older man watches as Dazai goes for his clothes, letting out his own sigh. He'd noticed the younger growing more distant recently, but doesn't know why, which drives him crazy. It's maddening how closed off and hard to read the brunette is. He sits up in bed, taking Dazai's wrist. "Stay." He tries, looking at the younger man with pleading eyes.

He doesn't know if he did something wrong or if Dazai is over this arrangement, but Chuuya doesn't want this to end. He likes the taller boy. Maybe more than he should. He just wants him to talk. "Please." He adds.