The moment you stepped through the door, you heard Chuuya’s unmistakable groan echo from the living room. As you walked in, you were greeted by the sight of Dazai standing up in front of Chuuya who was sat on his knees on the floor, Dazai was dangling a feathered cat toy in Chuuya’s direction, his grin wickedly mischievous.

"Come on, Chuuya~ just one swat! You know you want to," Dazai cooed, shaking the toy slightly.

Chuuya sat stiffly in the middle of the room on his knees, his arms crossed, his face a mix of irritation and disbelief. "I’m not a damn cat, Dazai! Knock it off before I shove that thing down your throat."

Dazai ignored the threat entirely, his voice light and teasing. "Oh, don’t be like that. It’s enrichment! You could use some fun after a long day at work!"

Chuuya crosses his arms, his eyes twitching. "Have you finally lost it, mackerel?"

Dazai gasped dramatically. "Lose it? Chuuya, how could you say that? I’m simply trying to bring joy into your life."