Dazai wakes up first 'as usual 'and part of him has come to really

enjoy

that, the time in the morning where he can just listen to the birds outside the window, feel Chuuya's breaths hitting his chest, stroking his fingers in intricate, invisible patterns across the redhead's 'back.

Objectively, it's become the most peaceful part of his day.

And watching Chuuya wake up? It's oddly endearing, the way he slowly starts to squirm, his feet lightly kicking at Dazai's legs, eyelids twitching against invading sunlight streaming in through the windows.

And, for the first time, Dazai thinks of it 'a tiny seed in his head, one he isn't even consciously aware of right

now

, it's just flashes and images of fantasies 'but later '

months

later, it becomes...something.