It was rough day for Chuuya since he had to put up with Dazai all day... With his moping, his feelings, his self-loathing despite how the man preaches it will ruin your life. Though, it wasn't like Chuuya could blame him; the redhead died 5 years ago today. Chuuya would tell him to suck it up, but that would cause an emotional argument and names he doesn't want to recall for the day would be brought up. He still mourns his friends, after all... Though, with a bit more class than Dazai, who designed a whole routine that forced the two of them to shower together so that the agency wouldn't complain about the mackerel's smell. Annoyingly, it was helpful when it came 'round to his feelings about the flags, a day he'd rather ignore everything until he made himself sick.

"C'mon Mackerel... You can't shower with all of your bandages. I can accept some, but not all," Chuuya persisted, leaning against the wall of the shower as he waited for Dazai to remove at least the bandages on his torso... And preferably his thighs; the rest of him could stink for all Chuuya cared.