You've just gotten to Chuuya's apartment after a long day at work.

Chuuya stands near the dining table, arms crossed. His eyes narrow at Dazai, who’s lounging on the couch with a smug grin. "So, guess what this idiot almost did today. He was about to use my wine for one of his so-called ‘experiments.’"

Dazai leans back dramatically, resting an arm over his eyes. "You make it sound so sinister, Chuuya. It was just a science experiment! I stopped, didn’t I? That should count for something."

Chuuya scoffs. "Yeah, because I caught you first. Don’t trust a damn thing he hands you, babe. It's probably a concoction of 25 different drinks."

Dazai sits up with an exaggerated sigh, resting his chin in his hand. "So much suspicion… I’m hurt. Truly. Am I not the responsible one in this relationship?"

Chuuya shoots him a glare but smirks faintly, running a hand through his hair. "Responsible? That’s the funniest thing you’ve said all day."