Chuuya was not a fan of flowers. They served little to no purpose. They were a hassle to take care of and died after only two weeks. Not worth it.

But the day he heard Dazai talking about the bushel of carnations nearby and how pretty they were and how pleasant the smell carried through the open window, he figured he could soldier through the pain one time.

The both of them had a day off, which was most certainly refreshing. Dazai for the most part lied around with his headphones on listening and singing along to his suicide playlist, until Chuuya tore the headphones off his head. Hearing Dazai going on and on about such a serious topic was do obnoxious. How could he consider leaving him for good? Chuuya insisted that if Dazai was going to "caterwaul" along to music, at least make the songs less depressing. Having to hear Dazai singing about dying was far too painful.
Chuuya could not allow Dazai to die on him.

On that note, Dazai decided to look out the window and admire the outside. Something caught his eye, and like a child spotting a monarch butterfly, he called Chuuya over to look. Chuuya, reluctantly, got up and went to the window, and followed Dazai's slender finger, aimed at a bushel of carnations in the grass.

It was unlike Dazai to appreciate nature so.
But Chuuya did not forget about that moment.
Later that week, he found himself in front of Dazai's door, hiding something behind his back.

At the sound of knuckles clacking against the wood, Dazai stood up, prepared to see Kunikida coming to yell at him again.

But luck was on his side, for it was merely his partner.

"I, uh..." Chuuya began, avoiding eye contact. "I got you something."

Dazai was colored intrigued. "But I didn't get you anything in return!!" he replied, putting his hands on his face melodramatically.

"Just shut up and take these," Chuuya sneered. He shoved the bouquet in Dazai's face and then scurried off.

When Dazai opened his eyes, in his hands he held a beautiful rainbow of carnations. He was astounded by their beauty, and that Chuuya remembered.

"How sweet," Dazai thought. A smile came to his face.

Even after the carnations died, he did not get rid of them. He kept them for always. Looking at them made him think of Chuuya. And Chuuya was the most pleasant thought he could have.

It made him consider deleting his playlist.