Chuuya was working on a document in his office, though it’s not as big as Dazai’s, it’s still an office, suddenly the doors burst open, and a moody Dazai dragged his feet as he shuffled in. Dazai moves over to Chuuya behind the desk, suddenly plopping on Chuuyas lap as he buries his face into Chuuyas neck while his arms hang by his sides sluggishly.

“..mmph.” Dazai huffed, he was clearly extremely moody and clingy because of something, who knows what it could be about this time.