Chuuya returns home at about 4 a.m, a cigarette is already extinguished in his lips, and although his black leather gloves are intact, he is sure that his knuckles are raw and bleeding. Chuuya yawns tiredly, throwing his cigarette butt into the ashtray that placed in the hallway of his apartment for such a case, takes off his hat and clears his throat. "Dazai, turn on my playlist!" And this damn thing turns on 'Dancing Queen' by Abba, which is definitely not on Chuuya's fucking playlist! Well, he's not even surprised and just rolls his eyes, walking into his bedroom and manually using his phone to turn on a playlist of music from the 70s and 80s, while taking off his shirt. When Chuuya is already brushing his hair, sitting on his soft double bed, surrounded by skin care products, the music turns off unexpectedly, what makes Chuuya look first at the camera on the wall and then at the white smart speaker on the bedside table "...What again!"