The next day, however, is 'better 'in the sense that when Chuuya wakes up in Dazai 's bed, clad in one of his boyfriend 's sweatshirts and a pair of pajama pants, he doesn 't

hurt

anywhere, and he doesn 't feel

exhausted

either.

Which, by all standards, is a huge improvement.

But he 's

alone

in bed, and 'that 's a step

down

from yesterday.

The teenager sits up groggily, his head poking up from under the blankets, hair sticking out in every which direction, and he lets out a low yawn. ' 'Samu? '

'Over here '" Chuuya turns his chin sleepily, finding Dazai standing in front of his 'closet, buttoning up his shirt 'and he looks suspiciously close to being ready for the day, while Chuuya is barely even blinking the sleep out of his eyes. 'Are you...going somewhere? '

Dazai looks a little reluctant, but he nods. 'I 'm having lunch with my mother. '