Chuuya woke up slowly, his head throbbing with a relentless, dull ache. The room felt as though it was spinning slightly, and he could taste the remnants of last night's excess on his dry, bitter tongue. A wave of dizziness washed over him, remnants of a hangover he could already tell was going to be brutal. He tried to piece together fragments of the previous night, but his memory was a blur, a tangled mess of fleeting images and muffled sounds. One thing was clear, though: he had definitely had too much to drink.

As he shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, he became aware of a presence next to him. His heart skipped a beat as he turned to see who it was, and his stomach dropped when he recognized the person lying beside him. It was Dazai, his former partner. The realization hit him like a freight train, and he suddenly felt wide awake.

He glanced around the room, his mind racing. The final blow came when he noticed that they were both naked, their clothes scattered carelessly around the bed and the sheets barely covered their bodies.