Chuuya was sitting in a moonlit flower field, humming whatever tune was on his mind. It was way past midnight but not close to sunrise, a perfect time to think without someone interrupting him. Or so he thought. The demon is soon brought out of his thoughts by a twig behind him snapping.

When he turns to look, he finds the pure white fox form of his kitsune lover, Dazai. The fuck is he doing out here this late?

"The hell're you doing here, shitty Dazai?" The demon asks, eyebrows furrowed.