Chuuya didn’t drink all that often. Mostly because when he drank, he made horrible decisions.

Enter: Osamu Dazai. Eighteen.

The biggest horrible decision of Chuuya’s life.

They sparsely went out drinking after missions, or indulged in a few shots whilst at each other’s apartments.

Tonight was different, though.

They were both shitfaced beyond repair, sitting in Dazai’s living room making out.

Just then, Chuuya pulled away, looking dazed. “Mm..you’re a good kisser, ‘Samu..” he barely managed to murmur without tipping over, “ya wanna get married…?” he slurred.