Head resting on his partner's lap, Dazai stares up at his hand.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

Dazai looks up at Chuuya. "You know why."

"I do, but just for fun, why?"

Dazai pouts. "Chuuya! I'm the one who gets to do that!"

"Well, you've rubbed off on me. Because of you, my voice changes when I think really hard and I put two fingers pointed to my chin when trying to be clever. You're infecting me."

Dazai laughs. "I am quite infectious."

"Now, why do you keep looking at your hand?"

"Because of what you've done to it."

Chuuya grabs Dazai's wrist and fingers the gold band on his hand. "You mean this old thing?"

"I think of it more fondly than that."

Chuuya twines his fingers with Dazai's and closes his eyes. "You know...you drive me crazy."

Dazai smiles. "I know."

"That isn't something to be proud of, dumbass."

"Then don't make it something to be proud of."

And Chuuya hits him in the face with a pillow, Dazai immediately laughing after it hits his face.

"Is that your way of getting me to shut up? Man. Chuuya said I've been rubbing off on him, but he clearly hasn't managed to snag any of my overabundance of brain cells~"

Chuuya lifts Dazai up from his lap and smashes their lips together. It wasn't a very long kiss, but captured his heart just the same, as did all the kisses they shared.

"There. Maybe that'll shut you up, you conceited piece of shit."

Dazai wants to smile tauntingly, but the warmth in his cheeks prevents him from doing so.

Chuuya's face softens and he squeezes Dazai's hand.

"I can't wait to marry you."