Abe peered over Chuuya's shoulder, teal eyes widening in surprise before both their heads turned towards the direction of the staircase. They looked at each other, Chuuya started to feel a sickly feeling rise to his throat at the sound of the backdoor opening and a languid laugh.

Abe looked at him, then towards the stairs and then back at Chuuya "I'll keep him away," he whispered, "you get your stuff and then get out of here."

Immediately they split ways, Chuuya wasn't an idiot to stick around and give Shirase a piece of his mind after he'd done Cocaine, most of the time it made people feel excited or confident, however, it made Shirase over-confident and when it came to Chuuya, he had a short fuse and made him believe he was in charge; that he held power over Chuuya.

In some ways, he did.

Abe rushed downstairs, trying to distract Shirase from the intruder in his room.

As Chuuya sifted through the room, glancing in every and all directions for anything, something, hoping to find any of his favorite clothes saved from Shirase's destructive powdery hands. All for naught.

Chuuya was so frantic about finding something in the wreckage that was his clothing, that he didn't notice the leftover residue of his burned t-shirt, he slipped slightly and quickly maneuvered his body so he fell on the edge of the bed, so as to not make any noise.

As he fell his feet came into view and the realisation set in. He'd taken his shoes off at the front door.

"Ahh, so the bitch in heat is back."

Chuuya looked up from where he was looking at his socks. He knew he should make a run for it but his body was frozen.

He heard Shirase's steps come up the stairs, they paused in periods, as he was most likely unable to walk straight while being high.

It was as Shirase was taking his last few steps that suddenly Chuuya sprung into action and by action, it was actually just an opportunity to stand up.

Shirase entered the room; he looked terrible, his eyes were bloodshot and sullen, yet somehow still managed to convey anger, despite the situation.

Chuuya looked at him with wide watery eyes "why....why would you do this?!"

The older shrugged nonchalantly "I warned you. You just didn't listen."

"You don't just burn my things! What fucking right do you have to tell me what to do?!" Chuuya pushed him and then took a step backwards "you-" Despite wanting to be strong, the tears that budded in his eyes managed to fall "you burnt all my favorite clothes- you-"

"Oh my god stop fucking bitching!" Shirase shouted expression that of an estranged man, "maybe if you didn't dress like that there wouldn't be a problem."

Chuuya looked at his outfit and then turned to Shirase "there's nothing wrong with the way I dress! If you think it's overly sexual then it seems like that's something you need to fix in that head of yours!"

The next move was far to quick for anyone to anticipate. Shirase sprung onto Chuuya in what felt like a blink, "you're the fucking problem-!" He tugged at Chuuya's clothes "you looking fucking disgusting, showing off your body like that! Like a slut," he tried pulling off Chuuya's other clothes.

Chuuya fought with him, slapping away Shirase's hands, the moment the moment came in contact with his body. He didn't mean to hurt him very much but Chuuya was a lot stronger than he anticipated. In a frenzy he punched Shirase straight in the side of the jaw, temporarily leaving the man stunned. He pushed Shirase to the side, attempting to sit up and get the fuck out of there.

But just as he stood up, Shirase grabbed his t-shirt pulling him back down, Chuuya was about to repeat what he did before, give him a good punch, kick anything to make Shirase get off him.

His hair fell over his eyes, momentarily obstructing his vision, it was then that he felt something burn him. Chuuya groaned in pain and turned his head so he could see again, seeing Shirase attempt to burn his clothes while they were on him "get- get off me-!" He bellowed, flailing his arms around in a blind panic, his strength leaving him, to make way for utter panic.

The door to the room slammed open startling both Chuuya and Shirase. Shirase paused in surpised and suddenly he wasn't on top of Chuuya anymore.

The shorter sat up and turned to look and see where Shirase had gone, surely he hadn't given up already? No, instead he been tackled to the floor by none other than Dazai. Chuuya watched in confusion for second, panting and disoriented, his heart pounding much to loudly. He would have probably gotten up to stop their fight but Abe decided to make his appearance, he and Chuuya stared at each other, somehow managing to communicate through looks.

The sound of punches and coughs rang through the room, like a horrible alarm. Chuuya stared breathlessly down at Dazai, who was on top of Shirase, punching him repeatedly, both sides of the face. His eyes were glowing red with blazing anger, Chuuya stared at him slightly surprised, his heart thumping loudly.

Dazai was the one winning, legs spread over Shirase as he held him by the collar, dishing punch after punch, his now strong mucles flexing as he did so. He groaned when Shirase swung up at him, hitting him in the face. Dazai spat the blood from his mouth into Shirase's face before punching him straight in the stomach.

The silver haired male suddenly coughed, blood spilling from his mouth.

He pulled out his massive lighter and all Dazai did was laugh "think you're pathetic lighter is going to do anything?" He laughed "No place you burn I haven't already, fucking piece of-"

"Osamu-!" Chuuya called out, stumbling forward desperately, his hands fell onto Dazai's shoulder, both of them tumbling backwards when Shirase aimed a particularly hard kick to Dazai's stomach and jumped up immediately after, waving the lighter around hazerdously. Dazai shrugged Chuuya off and swung again, Chuuya had never seen him so blinded by anger in his whole life.

Distressed and panicked, Chuuya threw himself forward and onto Dazai, grabbing him by teh torso ad. Dragging him away. The taller stopped for a second, as if he was processing who exactly was holding him and then tunred turned half around, bloody face meeting Chuuya's.

It seemed like Shirase had done some damage too, Dazai's lip was bleeding, something in his mouth was too considering his teeth were red rather than white. Not to mention the skin on his hands and wrists where red from being burnt for a short period of time.

While Dazai was distracted Shirase tried his best to go on for another hit. Chuuya stopped his fists before it could make contact with Dazai's face, his eyes narrowed darkly "don't fucking touch him," he snarled before he pushed Shirase by his arm and he fell back into the wall. His head slammed againt the wall, knocking the bedside table over and the lamp that had once illuminated their late night love. The sheer force of  Chuuya's push threw Shirase so hard into the wall that a dent formed in it from his head.

Quickly, he whipped around, not even bothering to glance at Dazai's face, he instead took Dazai's wrist into his hand and tugged him as far back from Shirase as he could. They made it to the hallway, taking a moment to look at each other and Chuuya swallowed harshly. Dazai's eyes panned over Chuuya and then moved his shaky hands to pull his ripped t-shirt up to his shoulder, at least covering some of his body. Abe, who'd stood there much too shocked finally moved and took hold of Shirase, dragging him out of the room and past them. Shirase tried to fight back and fall from his restrains but he was high, tired and pumping with adrenaline, he was trembling from head to toe.

Abe turned to Chuuya "get what you need and go," he said quickly.

Chuuya swallowed thickly, throat dry, "Okay," he croaked out, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes, with the palm of his hand like a child that hadn't quite learned to use their fingers yet. He and Dazai walked into the bedroom, he turned around to close the the door and then leant his head against the door, his breathing becoming erratic. He couldn't breathe or move very much.

Amongst the panic he felt Dazai reach forward and hug him from behind, resting his forehead on the back of Chuuya's head.

Chuuya turned, digging his face into the crook of Dazai's neck letting out an anguished sob.

The taller's hands slipped to cup Chuuya's cheek, tugging his face carefully upwards so their eyes met. Chuuya's lip trembled as he looked at Dazai through blurry vision, "shh, it's not worth crying over him," Dazai said, his words coming out garbled from the blood in his mouth.

"He-" Chuuya sucked in harsh breaths, trying to regain control, "my-" he choked on the lack of air. Dazai parted from him, lowering himself so he could see Chuuya's face.

"Breathe," he whispered, watching and waiting patiently as Chuuya pulled hard breathes in and pushed them out as best as he could, "that's it, in again..." Chuuya inhaled shakily "and out," Chuuya exhaled, "you're doing so good."

Chuuya nodded as he breathed and clutched onto Dazai's shirt tightly. He looked up from the floor, eyes watering, then a drop of blood fell onto Dazai's shirt and into Chuuya's visual field.

He was going to start crying about his clothes but that didn't matter anymore "you're- you're hurt," Chuuya gasped, reaching up to cup Dazai's face, batting away Dazai's own hands, "Osamu- you're.." Chuuya wiped away the blood from his lips with his thumb, in a blind panic.

The taller's lip got pulled slightly as Chuuya dragged his thumb gently against it. The latter smiled at him and held his hand "don't worry about me," he spoke, honey-voice warming the cold room. "I'll get a backpack and you get one too; we'll fill it up with everything we can, alright?" Chuuya seemed unsure but nodded, he could help Dazai with his injuries later, they needed to get out now.

With a staggered sigh, the two of them split up to fetch as many of Chuuya's belongings as they could find still intact.

The only thing that was heard was the sound of their breathing and the shuffling of them moving reverberating off the walls of the room.

Chuuya couldn't help but sob as he picked up what remained of his clothing. He could also see Dazai rubbing blood away from his mouth every few minutes and it made his gut wrench uncomfortably. He didn't want to stay here any longer if it meant Dazai was in pain and bleeding.

There was only one thing he still needed to get before he left. Chuuya walked to one of his drawers, none of the clothing there had been disrupted because they were pyjamas, he hadn't done this on purpose but he was glad that the spot was as inconspicuous as possible.

He pulled out that bottle of Petrus from the party, nobody had questioned why the bottle went missing after chuuya turned up. Mostly because people were more interested in getting drunk and having a good time or they were already drunk and couldn't care less about a random bottle of expensive wine in the moment.

Admittedly, two or three people had asked where the bottle had disappeared but Chuuya simply feigned obliviousness to get himself out of any problems. After all, it was common for things to disappear at parties.

"You stole the wine?" Dazai asked, coming up behind him and peeking over his shoulder.

Chuuya tunred the bottle over in his hands "yeah, thought I'd save it for special occasions. Since it's so expensive and tastes so nice," Dazai hummed muttering something a long the lines of 'fair enough' and continued with packing.

About two minutes later Dazai groaned "Fuck," Chuuya turned around immediately, watching as Dazai sprinted out of the room, and over the sink, Chuuya rushed out behind him. He found Dazai sprawled over the sink, spitting out a load of blood.

"Osamu?!" Chuuya pushed some of Dazai's hair behind his ear "do you want anything? Water?"

"Don't- don't go downstairs-" the brunet rasped, moving his hand from the edge of the sink to tug onto Chuuya's t-shirt "he's-" more blood was coughed up as Dazai tried to warn Chuuya about who was downstairs.

Chuuya almost began to feel sick at the sight, his body shook violently, shortness of breath returning but he had to pull himself together, for Dazai's sake. "It's fine. I'll go get water. Stay here and sit down if you don't feel well."

With that said, Chuuya left Dazai in the bathroom to go and grab a bottle of water. He treaded down the creaky wooden stairs with shaky legs, he tried holding onto the banister but it was no use, his body was trembling fiercely. Thankfully, he did make it downstairs, however before turning towards the kitchen he stopped abrubtly at the front door. His watery eyes staring at the keys in a heartfelt ponder.

Despite himself, it didn't take him very long to make-up his mind, he grabbed them from the spot he usually placed them in, somehting that had felt so rewarding the first time.

His hands fiddled uselessly with them, struggling for two or three minutes to detach the keys to this house from the ones to his home, the dorm and Dazai's apartment, the places that really mattered.

Finally, once he finished he managed to procure a smile of relief, like freedom had just graced his wings.

With that settled, he walked into the kitchen, stopping at the sight. Yuan was holding an ice pack to Shirase's stomach, whilst Abe leaned against the side of the kitchen counters, all of their eyes widened, seemingly at the same time at Chuuya's heading.

Yuan looked at him dangerously and Chuuya raised an eyebrow, pulling up his burnt t-shirt again, "don't look at me like that when Dazai is upstairs throwing up blood," he sneered angrily.

"Chuuya..." Abe warned, clearly wanting to avoid another figth.

"I'm not starting anything Abe. I would just prefer if Yuan wasn't bitching to me through her eyes. Not when Dazai went easy on someone who is supposed to be my boyfriend."

Yuan's eyes widned at the burnt holes in Chuuya's shirt and rubbed away her tears, looking at Shirase with a look that seemed to say she was disgusted. "Did you actually burn his clothes?" She asked, Chuuya was surprised to see her showing compassion to him rather than Shirase or herself for once. Shirase nodded and looked at Chuuya, his eyes were sorry and he looked pitiful. Chuuya wasn't falling for it, not today.

He placed the key on the table in front of Shirase "we're done."

Shirase's eyes widened emotionally, it seemed like he wanted to protest but he just lowered his head "Okay..." he whispered quietly; it took everything in Chuuya not to take back his descison, feeling guilty all of a sudden but once he thought about Dazai, the decision wasn't very difficult.

Satisfied, Chuuya reached for a water bottle and left the room, leaving behind the gloomy atmosphere.

When he got back to the bathroom Dazai was sitting on the floor, his back against the tub, eyes closed in an attempt to process the pain easier. Chuuya knelt down beside the suffering brunet, then reached upwards, grabbing the toilet paper from the basin of the sink. He took a few a squares of it and bunched up in his palms and the reached towards the sink where he turned the tap on and let some cold water soak up before reaching towards Dazai's face. He lifted the latter's chin and started to dab at his mouth and nose.

Dazai opened and closed his eyes again slowly, as if affirming it was Chuuya and that he was okay, "hold my hand," he whispered hoarsely, he looked pale and his breathing was very laboured, he made a pained noise as he looked at the blood dripping from his nose and mouth and onto his palms. He turned his palm upwards and moved one of them away from any areas that could bleed  "please, hold my hand, Chuuya."

It was then that Chuuya understood what cogs where turning in Dazai's head. Dazai had never been afraid of blood when he was younger, he had once been completely unphased by it, for the most part he still was.

Apart from when it was near or on his arms.

Chuuya quickly moved his hands away from Dazai's bloody dripping  and took some clean toilet paper. Then began to wipe the blood from his hands, rather abrubtly and harshly. "Don't look, Samu!" Chuuya griped, that old completely forgotten nickname slipping from his lips.

He felt Dazai's body tense causing Chuuya to look up at him, his face was red.

Chuuya's own face flushed, and they made eye contact, he looked down, pretending to be concentrated on wiping all the blood away, "sorry," Chuuya mumbled " I wasn't thinki-" for some reason he had this feeling that Dazai was smiling, so he mustered up the courage once again, "what?"

Dazai looked at him softly and then closed his eyes, leaning his head back,  "it's been a while since I've heard you call me that."

"I..." he threw the paper in the toilet like an angry child "well-" his heart was pounding loudly and he didn't know what to say "shut up!"

Dazai laughed weakly only to have him cough and hunch over, coughing up blood onto the floor in between his legs, "fine-" he rasped out " I won't say anything." Chuuya reached over and handed him the water bottle and then looked around for something to spit into. His eyes panned the bathroom, stopping where the mop bucket sat in the corner, he reached forward, leaning over Dazai, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze and then slid it towards the two of them.

"Here," he handded it over to him "wash your mouth out and spit it in here," Dazai nodded meekly and took the water bottle; he swished the water around and then spat it all out, repeating until majority of the water came out clean.

Tired, he then sat back, letting Chuuya dab his nose and his cut lip, he kept giving Chuuya strange looks that made and it made Chuuya feel embarrassingly nervous.

"What?" Chuuya asked agains as he reached over to plaster Dazai's lip.

Dazai smiled, "you should call me Samu, more often," he lifted his hands, depite great effort and a small whine at the pain to emphasise his point.

With a roll of his eyes, Chuuya slapped his hands down (with care) and exhaled in amsuemt "okay, Samu," he replied.

It took a little while for Dazai's nose to stop bleeding and there was a lot more washing his mouth out with cold water, as they found out that when Dazai had been punched, he'd accidentally bitten a large piece of his inner-cheek off, but in the end, the only indicator that was left that he'd engaged in a fight was his cut lip (the plaster hadn't really worked) and the blood on his clothes -which he covered with one if Chuuya's larger jumpers, which just fit him like a normal jumper.

Chuuya didn't complain about the unfair size difference this time.

They walked down the wooden stairs, Chuuya made sure to grip the rail hard, just in case Dazai felt faint again.

When they made it downstairs and Chuuya started the process of putting his shoes back on, Shirase, Abe and Yuan walked out of the kitchen. Chuuya was glad to see Abe holding onto Shirase's arm, to stop him from doing something stupid, that was good.

Chuuya could see Dazai straightening up but Chuuya moved quickly in front of him, protectively, Dazai relaxed and Chuuya held back a smile, he'd always loved the innate trust Dazai had in him.

"Chuuya- " Shirase started, taking a shaky step forward.

Chuuya held his hand up "No. I don't want to hear it. Not now. Not after what you did to Dazai. Not after what you did to me."

Shirase looked away "later then? Maybe?"

Chuuya felt guilty, looking at him but shook his head " I- No. Not later. When you're ready to be a proper boyfriend. That's when," he then took Dazai by the hand and opened the door "come on," he said to the taller "I don't want to stay here anymore. And I want to patch you up."

He and Dazai walked out the door but before Chuuya completely closed the door, he paused, opening it slightly so he could peer inside "bye," he said quietly. All three nodded, Abe was the one to say it back. And then the door closed.

"You got bandages at home right?"

Dazai looked at him, expresion that of a bewildered child, he cleared his throat and then looked away, "yeah... yeah I've got everything you need Dr. Nakahara."

Chuuya laughed and swung Dazai forward by his hand so he stumbled a bit, Dazai glared at him but didn't say anything, Chuuya took initiative instead "pussy."

Dazai's draw jopped "well at least I'm not the size of an averge woman."

It was Chuuya's turn to gaze at him "least I don't cheat at Mario kart."

"Okay that was a low blow, there was a line and you just crossed it!"

Chuuya couldn't help the smug smile that made it's way on his face. Dazai then leg go of his hand, so he could cross his arms angrily, pointing his slightly bloody nose upwards like a snob "that was too far! I would never."

Dazai took a sneaky glance toward Chuuya, their eyes meeting for a moment before they burst out into a peal of laughter, which lasted until they got back to Dazai's apartment.

The mood dampned after that, as they sat down on Dazai's bed, cross-legged and facing eachother. In the space of time between walking in and getting seated, the mood had shifted. Dazai had taken off his shirt; it didn't take a genius to notice that there was a bruise forming on the side of his ribs.

Guiltly, Chuuya got up and went to the kitchen to grab an icecube tray and wrap it in a towel - a makeshift ice pack.

When he sat down on the bed and crossed his legs again, he grabbed the rubbing alchol bottle from the nightstand Dazai placed it on, Dazai then laid down, his head on Chuuya's lap so he has easier access to his lip and nose, while he held the ice pack to the bruised skin.

"I'm sorry," Chuuya whispered as he applied disinfectant to Dazai's lip "I wish... I wish I could have done something different."

"There's nothing you could have done," Dazai paused, giving himself some time to ponder "was Shirase... trying to... you know..."

Chuuya cocked his head to the side, unsure of what Dazai was alluding too. Oh, rape. "No!" Chuuya immediately replied, he relaxed a bit and sighed, "god no. I think he's fucked but not that fucked."

"Then why was he literally ripping off your clothes?"

Chuuya looked at him and sighed "He was trying to take my clothes off so he could burn them. He's never made me do things I don't want."

"I haven't heard you say, you enjoy anything you do with him though. Like, in a while," Dazai spoke as he made very intense eye contact with Chuuya, who was focusing on cleaning as much blood from his lip and corner of his mouth.

He flushed and he looked away pointedly "that's..." he huffed, trying to find something to say "I haven't but... there's nothing I can do about it. It's not terrible. It's just...average. sometimes I don't even finish."

"That bad, huh?"

Chuuya raised an eyebrow at him "find it amusing?"

"Not for you. Just funny that Shirase sucks so bad. I really can't relate."

Chuuya rolled his eyes with a smile "yes, yes. I've heard," he looked back down at Dazai, remembering something all of a sudden "are you in love with one of the people you're sleeping with?" Not only did he remember Dazai saying he would tell him some months ago but he also remembered his conversation with Kyoyo.

Dazai seemed a bit startled by the question and shrugged "why are you asking this?" Chuuya didn't answer, not because he didn't want to but also because he didn't know what else to say "I mean I don't care if you ask. I just think it's a bit sudden and I wouldn't have imagined you thinking about my love life very much, considering how yours has been going."

The shorter sighed, he acknowledged that Dazai had a point, his relationship was in shambles at the moment -if not over- but despite that, there were still plenty of times where he couldn't help but remember the conversation that Dazai had with Kyoyo. It replayed in his head, late at night, right before he went to sleep, so often times, he would forget in the morning.

He wasn't particularly sure if thinking about Dazai being in love with someone and the way it made a part of him feel, was the reason why he decided not to pay attention to it or ignore it or force himself to forget about it, but he had a hunch.

"Just wondering, you told me a while ago that you liked someone and that you would tell me but then we got messed up in...our shi- no, my shit, and you forgot."

"Let's keep it that way then. It's not important anyway. They don't like me back, so it's not a big deal."

"But how do you know they don't like you back? I mean it's you, everybody on the campus has a thing for you."

Dazai let out a saddned laugh and rolled off Chuuya's lap, he was laying on his side now, not looking at Chuuya. They say in silence, Chuuya caught a glimpse of Dazai's face in the mirror on the wall, it was solemn. "none of that matters when the one person who I want doesn't want me."

Chuuya looked down at his lap and thought 'who wouldn't want you?'

Nothing was said for a while after that; Chuuya took to gazing out at the window instead of Dazai's back. "Are you... going to get back with Shirase?" Dazai asked suddenly, breaking the pondering silence in the room.

Accompanied by Dazai's question, he also presumably turned a portion of his body to look at Chuuya, who decided to keep his eyes locked on the window. In the back of his mind Chuuya saw the expression that Shirase gave him when he told him that it was over. He couldn't help but feel guilt crawl up his chest, he knew it was wrong, Shirase had been the one in the wrong - strictly in their relationship- outside of that though? Chuuya wasn't innocent of his fair share of crimes either.

"Maybe if he stopped it with the drinking or the drugs. I might consider it. Or at least if he could keep his promise of not doing them when he's around me."

He didn't realise that the main reason he should not be taking Shirase back was laying, with cuts and bruises right in front of him.

"You'd really consider taking him back? Even after all of this?" Dazai asked, he'd tunred around, almost as if he didn't want to look at Chuuya.

"Depends on him"

But the thing that Chuuya wasn't realizing, was that he wasn't taking Shirase back because he truly loved him, like many people in his situation do. People usually put up with abuse, whether it be physical or emotional, because they truly did love and hope for their partner to get better. Because they held hope for a light at the end of the tunnel. That or fear.

Truthfully, in his heart, Chuuya didn't feel much for Shirase anymore. But he held out simply because, by this point, Shirase was all he knew.

They didn't say anything else after this, Dazai got up quietly to take a shower and Chuuya decided, that after today, he deserved a nice cup of wine. He stayed in the kitchen while he drank, without his phone or a book. Which was unusual considering since the start of the year, if he wasn't seen partying or out with friends he was on his phone texting those same friends. Instead he just stared, letting the silence soak into him after the commotion that took place today.

A part of him could still hear the loud punches and coughs from Dazai and it made him scrunch his eyebrows and close his eyes.

It had been such a fun day before the incident as well, Chuuya hadn't felt so at peace in a while, even in such a rowdy place. Even after so many years, his place of peace was Dazai. Was it odd that he never felt that way towards Shirase? He enjoyed Shirase's company, (to an extent) but there always felt like there was something missing. There was something about Dazai that didn't compare to anyone else and Chuuya just couldn't decipher why that was.

He watched as Dazai walked out of the bathroom with a t-shirt and some boxers on, a little bit of water still dripping from the ends of his brown hair, Chuuya analysed him carefully and suddenly felt the need to cross his legs. He didn't dwell on it, he couldn't, not when his eyes feel on the forming bruise, his wrongdoings visible in a physical manifestation. He noticed the bruise on his arms too.

"Oda and I are going to Hakone for the summer and he asked me whether you want to come along with us."

Chuuya gulped down the rest of his wine and swiped it off of his lips. He blinked down at the burgundy liquid, if Dazai had asked him this a month ago, he would have said no. He's started developing a fear of missing out on parties but in this moment of time, with all the hatred he had for Shirase, he didn't hesitate to give his answer.

"Sure, just need to check up on it with Kyoyo. I'd love to spend some time away from this shit hole."

Dazai smiled at him and then went to get a spare towel "I'm going to sleep, I'm exhausted."

Chuuya knew that the exhaustion was technically his fault "I'm joining you too. Not gonna shower though, too tired and depressed for it."

"Sure thing," Dazai shrugged and then disappeared into the darkness that was his room.

It took about half an hour for Chuuya to finally crawl into bed with Dazai, he was facing the brunet and he couldn't help but stare at the cut on his lip. With a pained sigh, Chuuya shuffled in closer to Dazai, slinging one of his arms around his waist, he felt Dazai let out a huff and then he too wrapped his arms around Chuuya, pulling him close.

Neither said anything as they drifted to sleep.

They didn't need to say anything more, their actions today spoke for them.