the digital clock in the bathroom of their shared apartment clicked to 3AM. Currently, both chuuya and Dazai were sat on the floor of said bathroom, with chuuya cleaning up a selection of infected cuts on dazai’s arm.

the bandages had unraveled at some point, and dirt or something had gotten into the newer ones. Armed with disinfectant, chuuya cleaned the wounds, not prying about where they came from.

“Ow!” Dazai whined, “you don’t have to make it sting so much chuuya! Bad dog..”