“I guess you weren’t joking when you said you were sleepy,” the chibi mutters, and Dazai would roll his eyes, but he doesn’t feel like wasting energy.

“Why would I lie?”

“Because you’re so used to the lies you probably don’t see the point in telling the truth,” Chuuya replies cooly, and then clamps his hands over his mouth, eyes widening in shock. “Shit, Dazai, I— fuck, I didn’t mean it.”

Chuuya needs help; Dazai also needs help. Somehow, they make it work.

~

Chapter 1

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