Dazai came into his former partner's apartment like the old days. The brunette barged inside through Chuuya's back door.

"Chuuya." Dazai called out.

Dazai headed to the living room. A large lump lay under a brown blanket on a couch. Chuuya's hat had fallen off the couch and onto the floor.

"Chuuya~" Dazai chirped.

Chuuya groaned subconsciously at Dazai's voice. "Go away." Chuuya mumbled and turned his face away.

"Is this all the thanks I get for checking if you died?" Dazai teased.

Now, that comment forced Chuuya awake. The red head pushed his brown blanket aside and leapt up.

Chuuya took one step before his exhaustion hit him. A pale hand had grabbed onto the sofa as Chuuya attempted to not fall over. The red head sat down on the floor.

"You really are exhausted." Dazai commented.

Chuuya glared. Chuuya's headache made the glare only slightly less deadly. "Yes. Now leave me alone before I stab you."

"Aww, that's cute. You can't kill me in that condition." Dazai waved aside Chuuya's threat.

Chuuya bared his teeth. Dazai smirked.

The brunette decided to poke the bear. Dazai walked over and plopped down behind Chuuya.

Dazai grabbed Chuuya's hat and put it on. Chuuya twisted his head to see what Dazai was doing.

Chuuya reached for his hat. Dazai expertly moved his head to escape Chuuya's grasp.

Chuuya frowned. If it was anyone else, Chuuya could figure out a way at to use For the tainted sorrow to his advantage. But no, it was the bandage wasting device who took his hat.

Chuuya drew up a knee and decided to ignore the infuriating brunette. Chuuya huffed as Dazai leaned against the redhead. Dazai hummed a cheerful song. Chuuya propped his chin up with a hand in thought.

Chuuya gave up. The red head couldn't fight against Dazai in his current state. There'd be payback later on. Chuuya crossed his arms and leaned back to force Dazai into a more upright position.

Dazai stuck out his tongue. The two men continued their childish unsaid struggle until they both grew tired of it.

The two huffed in unison.

"Why are you really here?" Chuuya asked.

"Hmm." Dazai hummed noncommittally.

"Don't mess with me, just answer." Chuuya exasperatedly demanded,

"To make sure you aren't dead." Dazai admitted, his tone completely serious.

Chuuya stared at the ceiling. "I only used 'it' for only two or three minutes." Chuuya reminded Dazai.

"I know." Dazai acknowledged.

It was a tradition that started years ago, the first time Chuuya used Corruption. Whether he was in a hospital with no visitors allowed or at home, Dazai would find a way to show up and annoy his partner.

"If you're expecting me to stop your attempts again, you'll be disappointed." Chuuya snarked.

"I thought you wanted me dead?" Dazai joked.

"Like you'd die on anyone's terms but your own." Chuuya scoffed.

"You're suggesting I look for a worthy opponent rather then a beautiful woman?" Dazai teased.

"As long as you die soon, I don't really care." Chuuya retorted.

"What, you wouldn't miss me?" Dazai tried to keep a straight face.

"I'm more likely to miss leeches, you suicidal maniac." Chuuya shot back.

"Same goes for you, tacky hat wearer." Dazai replied.

"My hats aren't tacky. You wouldn't know fashion if it stabbed you through the heart." Chuuya huffed.

"My trench coat is very fashionable." Dazai insisted. "And at least I know how to properly wear a coat." Dazai added with a smirk.

"It's a fashion choice." Chuuya replied with a roll of his eyes.

"A fashion choice that's acceptable to the blind." Dazai mischievously replied.

Chuuya stuck out his tongue.

The two smiled, confident that the other wouldn't see them.