It was late when Chuuya came back home. Around 22:43? He wasn't sure. It had been a pretty busy and long day for the mafia executive. He hanged his coat and hat on the usual spot on the coat rack in the hall and took off his dress shoes.

Surprisingly, his dramatic husband was no where to be seen. It was awfully quiet in the apartment and Chuuya wasn't sure if he should be relieved or worried.

"Osamu?" Chuuya calls out. But no answer came in return. So, naturally, Chuuya went to the first room that came in his mind - their bedroom.

Well, his intuition was correct. Low and behold, Dazai sat on the bed with his legs crossed. But, it was rather the outfit that caught Chuuya's eyes.

Dazai wore his usual light blue button down shirt and black waistcoat on top, but then he had a black skirt that reached till his knees and tights that exentruated his long and slim legs nicely. And the heals were the finishing touch.