Dazai had a feeling that this day would come, but because it seemed so insignificant to him, he ended up shoving it at the back of his mind.

Though, now that he hears the frustrated sigh coming from the kitchen, followed by the angry stomping, he supposes he’ll have to face the inevitable eventually. Honestly, he’s surprised that it took the chibi this long. He has seen the signs day after day, and now that Chuuya is standing right in front of him where he’s lying upside down on the couch...

The twitch of his eyebrow. The frowning of his lips.

Three, two, one—

“Will it kill you to do anything around here?” Chuuya snaps, crossing his arms over his chest while his foot taps impatiently on the floor. His hands are wet from washing the dishes. Dazai can still see some of the suds sticking to his fingers. “I’ve been doing the laundry, vacuuming your mess—”

He yelps when Chuuya suddenly grabs the collar of his shirt—he has no one to curse but himself for making it easy by sitting upside down—and drags him to the kitchen. Dazai makes a half-hearted attempt at wiggling out of his hold, but it’s futile against the other’s strength. He even tries to nullify Tainted Sorrow too by catching Chuuya’s wrist—only to realise that he isn’t even using his Ability!

He lands on the ground with an oof. He blinks and stares at Chuuya’s hovering face.

“I’m serious, you shitty mackerel. I’ve had enough of you and your lazy ass,” Chuuya says. When he realises that Dazai makes no move to get up from the floor, he groans and lifts him up by the collar of his shirt again, forcing him to stand on his own two legs and shoving him forward, right towards the sink. “I just came back from a mission, and I only had two hours of sleep. You better at least wash these.”

Dazai pouts, staring at the remaining dishes in the sink. Chuuya has already washed half of them, why can’t he just finish it?

Chuuya is walking away, but he stops when he notices that Dazai hasn’t even turned the faucet on.. dazai Osamu has no idea how to do this