Chuuya stirs, slightly unhappy about being woken up when Dazai gently jostles his shoulder. 'No... ' he groans, shaking his head and burrowing back against Dazai 's chest, making his friend snort and shake his head.

'I gave you an

hour

. '

Chuuya 's eyes open reluctantly, slipping towards the clock, and...It

is

2:30 in the morning, so he

did

.

'Don 't wanna move... ' Chuuya mumbles, barely even able to wiggle his toes.

'I wasn 't gonna make you

walk

, ' Dazai points out, 'I just need you to sit up. '

'Don 't...wanna... '

'

Brat

. '

'Hey! '

WhethermChuuya likes it or not, he

does

end up getting carried to the bathroom in Dazai 's arms, 'Do people get this sore every time? ' Chuuya mumbles, wincing when Dazai sets him down on the shower bench 'partially from the cold marble against his bare skin, but

really

because his lower back and thighs are already

aching