The call comes when the sun begins to set the next day.

And even though Chuuya has spent the last twenty-four hours swaddled in Dazai 's heat, his fingers still tighten in the bedsheets, craving this peace to last just a heartbeat longer.

'Would you look at that, ' Dazai murmurs and rolls around to face him with a pleased smile. 'I 've made Chuuya lazy. '

Not even this pompous lie is enough to make him want to face the music of the performance that they are about to put on. He shakes his head; whines a little. 'I 'm still recovering from corruption. Let 's do this another day. '

That makes Dazai laugh. Loudly.

Chuuya finally lifts his head but only to scowl at him. 'What 's so funny? '

'You 're a terrible liar, ' Dazai tells him, his grin not nearly as mean as his words, especially as he plants a kiss on Chuuya 's forehead. 'It 's cute. '