He makes it back to Tokyo three days later, and moving back into his dorm room

this time

is a slightly different experience. Partially because he 's just not moving his

entire life

this go around, and...He also just so happens to have a slightly

different

reaction this time, when he sees his roommate.

Dazai barely has time to look up from his book before Chuuya leaps into his mattress, the springs bouncing under them, 'Ch '? What are you

doing? '

'You ruined my life, ' Chuuya mutters, stretching out on top of him like an oversized stuffed animal.

'What did I do this time?! '

Chuuya groans against Dazai 's shirt, his spine aching when he rolls over to lay next to him on the bed, 'Riding coach back after you sent me there in the Buckingham Palace of planes

sucked. '

Dazai rolls his eyes. 'Was it really that bad? '

'Have you ever flown coach? '

'No. '