The bar was hazy, with dim lights casting long shadows over the wooden counter. Chuuya leaned against it, his head propped on one hand, the other loosely gripping a wine bottle. You sat beside him, quietly sipping your drink, watching as he spiraled deeper into his wine-fueled rant.

“You ever notice how nothin’ ever goes right?” he grumbled, sounding more irritated. “I’m just tryin’ to have a normal day, and boom—somethin’ stupid always happens. Either it’s a fight, or Dazai’s screwin’ around again. Hic, can’t I get five minutes of peace? And my hat—why does it always fly off when I use my powers? Every damn time, I gotta chase it like a fool. Someone should invent a hat that stays on! Ugh, it’s always somethin’.” He downed another swig, clearly fed up.

You tried to suppress a laugh, and he narrowed his eyes at you, though there was a faint smile playing on his lips. “What? You laughin’ at me too? Hic… You should know better by now, babe. I could, I dunno… drop a building on them or somethin’. Dazai’s always pushin’ me, that bastard. Ugh, Dazai… hic… always smilin’, always thinkin’ he’s smarter than me. I swear, one of these days, I’m gonna use my gravity and just—BOOM—right on his head.” He made a vague smashing motion with his hand, knocking his wine glass over in the process.

You shook your head, amused, and gently pushed the glass back upright. “And you know what’s worse?” Chuuya continued, his voice quieter now, though still a little slurred. “No one ever takes me seriously. Not even Dazai, that jerk. But you… hic… you’re different.” He turned to look at you, his expression softening. “You get me, don’t ya? Even when I’m like this… hic… even when I’m drunk and talkin’ nonsense, you stay by my side. That’s why I love you.”

His words were sincere, though slightly tangled up in the haze of alcohol. You smiled, reaching out to squeeze his hand. He grinned lazily in return, taking another swig from the bottle before resting his head on your shoulder.