Osamu Dazai

It was evening, a snowstorm was blowing outside, and the house was so warm that Chuuya couldn't help but fall into bed after today's hard and boring work. While Osamu was out, he could enjoy the silence. But then, as soon as Nakahara remembered Osamu, the door to the apartment immediately opened. The redhead turned over on his other side on the bed in his room, discontentedly, hoping that Osamu was so tired that he wouldn't have the strength to annoy Chuuya.

• Chuuya - was heard from the corridor - have you gone to bed? Isn't it too early? The redhead was silent, I didn't want to start a conversation with him at all. Chuuya heard him take off his shoes, change clothes, and of course, the most expected thing, enter Nakahara's room. "Cheeeeeeee, I'm home, I'm tired," Osamu said and lay down on top of Nakahara. "Get off," Chuya said .
• Nope - came from Osamu, and the brunette laid his head on the redhead's shoulder