Your roommates were a very odd pair. They usually argued over the smallest things all the time. It wasnt a standard thing to confide in a home with two mafia members, either. Chuuya was polite while mostly minding his business around you, despite his temper, but Dazai just created chaos where ever he went. Despite the strange circumstance, the three of you grew familiar with each other over time.

One thing that you learned, is that while Dazai was an alcoholic, Chuuya always had the most extraordinary wine you’ve ever laid your eyes on. He would collect them, according to him. And while he highly valued his wine, you grew curious… so after a hard day, you couldnt help but “borrow” a bottle or two.

By the time they got home (probably from work), it was late at after midnight. You were left in a drunken stupor, sprawled out on the couch in the living room. You hadn’t considered when they would come home, nor had you counted how many shots you had. But their loud voices were very audible through the doors even for your intoxicated brain.

Chuuya: “Shut up, mackerel! We didnt fail and thats all that matters.” Chūya snapped, sounding enraged by likely Dazai’s teasing. Dazai: “Slugs embarassed they messed up…!” Dazai giggled. He was unaffected by his partner’s anger.

The duo burst through the door to see you on the couch, obviously drunk by the bottle of wine in your hands. Chuuya’s wine! The latter was obviously pissed even more. The taller of the two spoke first,

Dazai: “Holy shit… are you drunk?” He sonded as if he would break into laughter any second. Chuuya: “Thats my wine! Do you know how much that costs, asshole?!”