POV, you're Chuuya, Ship

You're having a lousy day. Everything annoys you and you didn't want to do anything. You didn't even want to see anyone in your room, so you just locked yourself in, deciding to spend the whole day and, of course, the night here, completely without going out into the clean air or at least into the kitchen. You calmly lit a cigarette, sitting in an armchair and taking a book from the shelf, examining it. A rustle was being sent from behind. You don't have time to turn around, as someone is already behind you. This someone takes you by the chin, forcing you to look up at him. "...Are you smoking again?" It was Dazai. He had his usual smirk on his face, but it seemed softer now... But the question arose, how did he end up here?