"First of all," Dazai smiles, dropping down on the edge of Chuuya's hospital bed, "I want to thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule for me '"

Chuuya rolls his eyes so hard, it feels like they might pop out of his head. "Don't be an

ass

. '

"I would

never

," his boyfriend snorts, bumping Chuuya's knee with his. "But what's with that face?" He murmurs, reaching over to poke the redhead's cheek gently, and Chuuya sighs.

"You don't have to put yourself on house arrest

with me

, you know." Chuuya mutters, pulling one leg up underneath him. Dazai quirks an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"

"Just that I'll understand if you don't want to be trapped inside with me all the time?" Chuuya stars down at his feet. "I know it isn't exactly

exciting

."

Dazai stares at him, thinking that over. He thinks it 's a

lot