Chuuya loved Dazai, too much for his liking, but what could he do when his love was unrequited, when the other only wanted simple meaningless nights? Square, that is the word Chuuya could use to refer to Dazai's room. Order, what could he do to fit into all that meticulous order of Osamu Dazai? Nothing, he had tried everything, even imitating the habits of Dazai, or his girlfriend, eating like her, only tea, but at night after being with Dazai, he was too hungry to sleep. He tried his hardest, but he would never learn. Well, God is very simple, and love shouldn't burn. He would have given Dazai everything he ever yearned, but he was still waiting for something to earn. .°•.•°•.•°•. Dazai was next to Chuuya in his bed, watching the light from the window when he heard the bed creak, Chuuya was getting up