Chuuya was at home, watching TV with his husband. Today was one of the days Dazai actually agreed to letting Chuuya get drunk, and Chuuya absolutely wanted to use that opportunity.

Now, Chuuya was sitting in Dazai's lap on their couch, watching some show on the TV, both of them in casual, comfy clothes, a wine bottle on the coffee table and mostly full glass in hand. The executive was already quite drunk, due to taking a few shots of almost pure alcohol beforehand.

"Hmm... Hey, Mackerel?"