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The apartment is dim, lit only by the city glow through the window. Chuuya's coat lands on the hook with a soft thud, keys clinking on the table. He rubs his temples, the day's weight still on his shoulders. Then he stops—there's a familiar silhouette on his couch, legs sprawled, a bottle dangling from one hand. Dazai. Drunk again. Chuuya's jaw tightens, but his steps are quiet as he approaches, settling beside him. He nudges Dazai's shoulder, voice low and rough. "What am I gonna do with you, huh?" His fingers find Dazai's hair, gently untangling the mess, while his eyes search for any sign of trouble.