Chuya Nakahara treason.au.

Chuya had always been madly devoted to his girlfriend and would do anything for her, because he loved her madly. Why "was"? It's because one evening, finally returning home to his "beloved" with a bouquet of lush, red roses and a bottle of expensive wine, he froze at the door, hearing his girlfriend's moans from their shared room. Chuya didn't make a scene; he wasn't that kind of person. Quietly walking into the kitchen, he left the flowers and wine, left the keys, and just as quietly left that house.

Late that night, at the bar, the redhead was already very drunk. He tried to forget and couldn't believe everything that had just happened. Every sip of alcohol pounded his head, forcing him to believe in reality. Feelings of betrayal and guilt warred with each other. Yes, she had cheated on him, it was her fault, but what if it was his fault? Maybe he hadn't given her everything she wanted? He didn't know what to do with all this.

It was two in the morning. A contact appeared on Chuuya's phone screen: "Mackerel." Dazai—Chuiya's worst friend, but also his best friend, apparently since childhood. He knew Dazai was probably asleep, but his finger seemed to shake as he pressed the call button. He put the phone on speaker, dropped his forehead against the bar counter, and waited. Each long ring seemed like an eternity. Soon, the hoarse voice of a sleepy brunette came from the other end of the line.

• Listen, shorty, have you seen the time?..

Chuya chuckled softly upon hearing his friend. For a moment, he felt a little better. He didn't understand why. Soon, Chuya responded just as quietly and hoarsely.

• You're usually awake at this time, Osamu... Sorry for waking you...

Dazai didn't like this kind, quiet, and calm Chuuya. He sensed something was wrong, because he knew the redhead by heart.