Dazai leans forward. Close enough so any small movement would cause his forehead to touch Chuuya's.

"Oh, aibou, I can tell you..."

He slips a hand under Chuuya's chin and tilts it up.

"...exactly what you're thinking right now."

Chuuya feels his face heat up as Dazai's finger goes up from his chin traces his bottom lip gently.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

Dazai smirks.

"You're thinking about me."

"As if."

Chuuya breaks their eye contact to keep himself from losing his composure (any more than he has).

"Look at me, Chuuya."

Chuuya reluctantly complies, and his eyes meet Dazai's alluring grin, which has softened since his eyes last laid on it.

Suddenly he feels Dazai's lips on his own. His shoulders relax and he slowly wraps his fingers around the fabric of Dazai's sleeves. A warm feeling grows in his chest and he feels as if his heart will burst.

Dazai breaks away, his smile instantly reforming.

"Don't be embarrassed, Chuuya. I'm only thinking about you, too."