Dazai POV

Dazai had been rather exhausted, he’d only just made it back to Chuuya’s.. no, it was his apartment too. He’d only just made it back to their apartment. The chase with Kunikida when it came to catching a criminal had left Dazai absolutely exhausted, all he wanted to do was come home and sleep, maybe give his husband a few kisses as well.

As he entered the apartment, he was immediately met with a disastrous image. All of Chuuya’s beautiful hardback books were on the floor, as was Chuuya’s collection of vintage books. Chuuya was sat on the floor, several knick-knacks, plates, and other miscellaneous items were on the floor, and Chuuya was in the middle of the newly created circle, seeming distressed.

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Chuuya’s eyes were wide, his muttering incoherent, and his body trembling. Chuuya couldn’t concentrate. He didn’t know what to do, what to start with, he didn’t know how much time had passed, how to organise. Chuuya was unsure of everything, it only served to make Chuuya confused, he sat there as still as he could manage.

Dazai knew vaguely what had happened. Chuuya must’ve put off a large decision, ultimately leading to Chuuya spiralling to the point he didn’t know what he was doing with himself.