Chuuya leaned against the balcony railing, a half finished cigarette cradled between his lips as he stared out at the fog-blanketed world. The gloom that seamed to hug the smoggy and rain-soaked city too tight didn't reach Chuuya. He felt relaxed─Hell, he'd even taken a liking to this kind of weather in his later years since it meant he wouldn't have any outdoor photoshoots soon─sleepy, even. Maybe the tiredness had something to do with the... activities him and the bastard still inside the penthouse had been doing only an hour or two earlier, but that didn't matter.

The weather was nice and the burn and char of smoke on his tongue and down his throat was familiar and soothing. He didn't have another modeling or acting gig for the next few days─he'd made sure of that─so he could just relax, for once in his damn life.

"From street rat to top model", his life story already sounded like a damn news headline. But that wasn't important. That was then. This, this luxury and serenity and no fear of rain soaking him to the bone and catching a cold or running out of food or freezing, was now.

And the sound of the balcony door sliding open behind him was also now.

He listened as Dazai, his rival in the public eye and his lover in private, silently walked out onto the balcony and joined him to lean on the railing. The brunet next to him sighed before reaching over and gently stealing the cigarette from him. Chuuya watched the taller (but younger) man take a long drag before slowly exhaling the smoke, the gray─almost white─clouds curling around him like tendrils as it left his lips, before passing it back.

Tender, calm silence, a silence that didn't need words or insults to break it. A thoughtless, gentle quiet that rested between them and around like the first heavy blanket of snow in the winter that you don't notice until you look outside. There weren't thoughts that needed to drown out, no desires to be fulfilled, no cameras on them to play out the role of two enemies. Just a wordless, mutual agreement to shush.