Dazai's eyes snap to the door, his arms folded behind his head from where he had previously been staring at the ceiling, aimlessly waiting for sleep to come. "Come in."

The door opens slowly, and a familiar face peeps through. "Hey," Chuuya glances around, noticing that the 'fact that the lights were already off. "Were you asleep?"

Dazai shakes his head, sitting up on his elbows. Chuuya is half in the shadows, the edges of his form illuminated by the light pouring in from the hallway. His hair is tousled, and while Dazai knows that he's likely 'wearing boxers, but he can't tell right now from the way his oversized sleep shirt hangs down to his thighs, slipping off of one shoulder. "No 'but I thought you were."

Chuuya's eyes cut to the side, and there's this

thing