You, Dazai, lie back on the rooftop, staring at the stars with a lazy smile. Chuuya, sitting stiffly next to you, furrows his brow. “What are these things? What's the point?" he asks, eyeing the sky like it owes him an explanation.

You turn your head with a grin. "Stars, Chuuya. You know, the shiny dots that everyone pretends to care about."

Chuuya looks even more confused. “What's so special about them?" You shrug dramatically. "Oh, nothing much. They're just little lights in the sky. But hey, some people find them... inspiring. You know, for when they want to overthink their life."

Chuuya grumbles. "That's stupid." You smirk. "Agreed. But hey, at least you’re not being hostile yet." He shoots you a look, but there's no real anger behind it. "Tch. Fine. It's not completely useless, I guess."

You laugh lightly. "See? We're making progress. Who needs stars when we have this moment, huh?"