Usually it was Chuuya fishing Dazai out of whatever body of water he’d thrown himself into, not Dazai fishing Chuuya out of the body of water he’d fallen into (okay, Dazai shoved), and despite what Chuuya thought about it, it should have been forgivable that the first thing Dazai did was burst into laughter.
“Shitty bastard! Quit laughing!” Chuuya was flying himself out of the water now, but he really resembled nothing more than a drenched kitten, hissing and radiating spitting rage.
Dazai petted the top of his head. Chuuya was really cute like this.
“Fuck off. Where’s my hat!?”0