Osamu Dazai was a light sleeper. It was a pain. He was often tired most of the time because of it. Every little thing was able to wake him from any dream, no matter how deeply his mind was immersed in it.

So, Osamu reluctantly lay awake in Chuuya’s bed, glaring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t even sure what woke him up this time. Perhaps it was the ceiling motor clicking randomly. Perhaps it was his partner shifting beside him. Maybe it was himself, attempting to seek a more comfortable sleeping position. It very well could’ve been.

Osamu sighs, drumming his fingers against the covers over his chest. He watches the ceiling fan whirl around, observing it with a faint annoyance. He sucks on his lower lip, closing his eyes in a pathetic attempt to find sleep again.

Osamu’s ears perk as Chuuya’s breath hitches beside him. He opens his eyes and turns his head looking over at his sleeping partner. Similarly, Chuuya was lying on his back but his eyes were wide open. Oh, so he wasn’t sleeping? Osamu blinks, then pauses. Chuuya looked odd. His expression was tense with something akin to fear and he was staring at something in the distance.

“Chuuya?” Osamu asks softly, his voice rough and slightly groggy. He feels a little worried. Chuuya never looked like that.