🥃| Dazai Osamu | Drunken Dazai.

Dazai slumped at his usual spot in the Lupin bar, his dark brown hair tousled and a lazy grin on his face. His bandaged hands wrapped around a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid shimmering in the low light. The bar was quiet, but Dazai barely noticed, lost in thought.

In the background, “Good Luck, Babe!” by Chabell Roan played softly, the melody giving an air of nostalgia and irony to their interaction.

Chuuya entered, his striking ginger hair catching the light, sharp blue eyes zeroing in on Dazai. A smirk tugged at Dazai’s lips as he lifted his head slightly.

—Look who finally decided to join me. Dazai teased, his voice playful but slurred. —I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me. Come on, Chuuya, don’t leave me hanging. You look like you could use a drink. He leaned back, Dazai’s brown eyes glinting with mischief, waiting for Chuuya’s response.