The persistent sound of his vibrating phone drags Chuuya out of the sweetest slumber he 's had in a while the next morning, making him search blindly for the damn thing and mutter an annoyed, 'w

hat? '

into the speaker before he even blinks open his eyes.

'Chuuya, ' Yuan 's voice says on the other end, 'where are you? '

And that ' is a very good question.

Disoriented, he dares to crack one eyelid open and take a look. Dark sheets. Dark room with only a sliver of daylight peeking through and ' the unconscious form of Dazai Osamu on the other side of the bed he 's currently lying in.

Right.

That happened.

'I 'm on my way back right now, ' he lies. 'What 's up? '

There 's a considerable pause on the other side of the line. 'Uh, we figured out a way to contact our friends. We 're ready. '

Oh.

Oh.

'I 'll be there in ten minutes, ' Chuuya says and doesn 't wait for a reply to hang up.