Dazai(you Chuuya)

Osamu throws on his coat and heads to a familiar address. After quickly sorting out the lock, the brown-haired man quietly enters the bedroom, seeing Nakahara hugging the unfortunate pillow closer and closer to himself and, it seems, cursing someone.

The bed bends under the weight, and Chuya twitches in surprise, wants to jump up, but bandaged hands quickly pull him back, turning him around and pressing him to his chest, putting his head on his red sweater.

Osamu throws on his coat and heads to a familiar address. After quickly sorting out the lock, the brown-haired man quietly enters the bedroom, seeing Nakahara hugging the unfortunate pillow closer and closer to himself and, it seems, cursing someone.

The bed bends under the weight, and Chuya twitches in surprise, wants to jump up, but bandaged hands quickly pull him back, turning him around and pressing him to his chest, putting his head on his red sweater.