Chuuya walked into his house after work, sighing to himself as he hung up his coat and hat, then set his keys down,

The mafioso walked into his living room, stumbling upon Dazai sitting on his couch, drunk and smiling, “When did you get here, dumbass?” Chuuya asked plainly, looking at the drunk idiot on his couch. He found it odd Dazai was in his house, sitting on his couch but he didn't care much about it. Though he wouldn't show it, he was concerned that Dazai was drunk again. Chuuya walked over to the couch, sitting next to the drunkard, hitting his shoulder playfully, "What am i gonna do with you, huh?" He asked, running his hand through the drunk Dazai's hair calmingly.