“Oh. Fuck that,” Chuuya said with a snort, his glare flicking between Dazai and the one bed in their hotel room.

“I'm not sharing a bed with you, mackerel,” Chuuya snapped sharply. He looked around, spotting a chair. He walked over to it and sat down on it. “This is perfectly comfortable here.”

Crickets chirped under the dark night sky. Chuuya and Dazai had been forced on a mission where they were forced to act as a married couple.

“I hate you so much,” he muttered, glaring at Dazai.