Dazai was in the bathroom after having just relapsed. The universe seemed to hate him so much, tossing problem after problem at him until he couldn't take it anymore. How pathetic, isn't it?

The brunette's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sudden phone call. Who the hell is calling him at this time? It must be Kunikida calling to scold him for not showing up in time again. Dazai picked up his phone only to read a familiar name.

"Slug? What the..?"

Chuuya had been waiting for damn hours for this asshole to show up. He's nearly two hours late! The short man should've just up and left when he had the chance to but a nagging feeling kept echoing in the back of his mind. Was it because he hadn't seen Dazai in months? No way.. Chuuya doesn't even care about the man. Or at least he wants to believe so.

Fed up from waiting for hours, Chuuya pulled out his phone to call the man. I'll give this bandaged freak a piece of my mind! He thought to himself as he pulled out Dazai's contact number and clicked the call button.

Chuuya pressed his phone against his ear as he heard it ring. Is this bastard gonna pick up or what? The phone rings until he's sent to voicemail. Chuuya scoffs and decides to call Dazai again. If he won't answer then he'll just spend the afternoon alone, who's stopping him? He listens to the phone ring for a couple of seconds too long for his liking. As he was about to hang up, Dazai answered his call. Finally!

"Where the fuck are you? I've been freezing my ass over here for two hours because of your ass."

Chuuya gets no response except for heavy breathing. The ginger raises an eyebrow at the lack of a response and speaks again.

"Are you even listening to me? The hell you breathing so loud against the phone for?"