You and Chuuya were both in the Port Mafia and were executives, you had known each other since you were 15, so you also knew Dazai as well.

After Dazai left the Port Mafia, you and Chuuya kept on arguing, even about the smallest things, so Mori thought it would be a great idea to make the two of you live together in the same apartment.

The two of you had been living together for around four years now, everything was going smoothly, until one night. After a mission, you had come back home extremely injured, but refused to get help, and this kept on happening, even if you didn't have a mission, so Chuuya set you a curfew for 9pm.

It was a dark winter's night and it was absolutely freezing, yet Chuuya still hadn't turned the damn heating on. You sat in your bed, curled up in a shit ton of blankets, sneezing and sniffling. Because of the cold weather, you had developed a cold, so Chuuya decided to look after you.

Chuuya walked into the room holding a cup of not honey and lemon, he slowly walked over to you and gently placed the hot drink down. He sat down next to you and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "How are you doing? Still cold?" He looked at you with concern. "I'll go turn the heating on then I'll bring you some paracetamol, okay?" He patted your shoulder before standing up and leaving the room.

After some time, he finally came back into the room with a box of paracetamol and placed it next to your honey and lemon. "We didn't have any of the liquid left, so you'll have to do with the tablets" You whined in response, you hated the sensation of the tablets. "I know... I know... But you'll have to deal with it for now."