The first thing that Chuuya sees the next morning is a blurred grin.

'Goooood morning ~ '

Groaning, he firmly shuts his eyes again and buries his face in his pillow. So warm. So comfortable. And he has had such a nice dream. It 's way early to wake up yet.

'I guess I 'll have to eat these croissants all by myself then. What a pity ' '

That 's not what pulls Chuuya 's head back. It 's the voice. So familiar, just like in his dreams.

Memories begin to seep in.

Wait.

Not a dream. Or was it?

He jerks upright and blinks, eyes crusty from sleep. Dazai 's lying on his side, supporting his head with one hand and nibbling at a croissant with the other, leaving crumbs all over the bed.

Chuuya 's chest falls with relief. Not just a dream. Reality. 'Morning, ' he says after another frazzled moment and scrubs a hand over his face. 'What time is it? '