“Vaguely, Dazai is able to make out the words being spoken at him.

‘Oi— Mackerel? The fuck are you doing curled up like that?’

It was Chuuya, he was sure of it. He was supposed to be mad at Chuuya. This was all Chuuya’s fault. Why was this all Chuuya’s fault? He couldn’t really remember, but the brief moment of contact was so warm through his thin shirt…”

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Inspired by @lotus-pear on tumblr: what if Mori forced Dazai and Chuuya to live together instead of Dazai living in a shipping container?

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