Chuuya slowly stirred awake, yawning. He wishes he could've gotten more sleep, but he needs to get ready for work. He sluggishly blinked his eyes open, attempting to sit up. Attempting being the key word here because he immediately slams his head into the ceiling. What the fuck? He blinks in confusion before looking around, realizing everything was much smaller now. In fact, he's even bigger than the bed, not fitting on it at all. He feels so squished, curled uncomfortably to fit in the now small room. He's sure the bed under him is broken from the weight and he probably can't even fit his hand out their bedroom door. Basically, he's royally stuck and can barely move.

Sitting up a little more carefully now, he looks down at himself, seeing his husband, Dazai, asleep on top of him. Both of them were naked after certain... activities last night, being too tired to get dressed for bed after. Maybe it was a blessing, considering Chuuya would've torn through them during his... what does he even call this? A growthspurt? Was he hit by an ability that he can't remember? Chuuya shakes his head, now is not the time.

If he had to guess, he might be around 500cm now? So around the height of a two story house. If him and Dazai stood side-by-side, the brunette would probably only come up to his mid-thigh. Haha, who's short now, bastard? The man is so small, sleeping peacefully in his lap. This is kind of uncomfortable, Chuuya thinks. He can definitely forget about going to work today. He's almost the same size of his bedroom just sitting, and there was no way he can get through the door. He's stuck.

Chuuya sighs. He should probably wake Dazai up. He doesn't know how he could help, but anything's better than nothing. He gently nudges his husband's shoulder with one of his fingers. "Osamu, wake up." He mumbles, realizing his voice is slightly deeper now.