Chuuya slept in Dazai's bed, his head buried in the sheets. His arms were wrapped around another human.

You.

Their adopted teenager. Your head was peacefully tucked underneath his chin, nose pressing against his left shoulder. The sheets over both were a mess. Dazai laid there too, on the edge, looking over the two of you. His heart swelled with love, as he reached a bandaged arm to brush a strand of ginger hair away from Chuuya's mouth. A small trail of saliva ran down his lip. Dazai chuckled, remembering old times, when his husband would drool in his sleep.