Legs sprawled out, his coat on the ground, a book in his hands, his eyes shifting around. Dazai was laying on a couch, reading his all-time-favorite book. He still had his shoes on while on the couch, why?

Dazai was in Chuuya’s apartment while Chuuya was at work — did he have permission? No, but why would he care? Sneaking into Chuuya’s apartment was a routine now.

He laid out fake cockroaches all around to scare Chuuya when he came home. That’s when he heard it, the door unlocking.