Dazai smirked as he watched Chuuya attempt to play thr guitar. The shorter boy couldnt even hold it right, but refused Dazai's help.

Finally, he walked up behind the ginger, holding his slim waist. "Cant even hold a guitar right and you still wont let me help? Tsk, tsk." He tutted, leaning down to talk into Chuuya's ear.