Dazai scoffs at him. It's a pathetic noise, full of denial and hypocrisy.

"Don't be stupid," Chuuya flinches just a little at that, "I'm not... like that."

The dawn spills across the horizon, awakening the sleepy residents of Yokohama, and alerting those who haven't slept of their grave mistakes. Dazai is in his bed, shirtless with a furrowed brow and averted eyes. Ashtrays and empty bottles litter the light filled room.

"Like that?" Chuuya repeats, pulling his cigarette away from his mouth, angry, "Like what, Dazai? Like me?"

Dazai shifts upright, crossing his bandaged arms over his bare chest and staring blankly out the big window.

"We're just messing around, Chuuya, I thought you knew that," Dazai mutters, picking up the bottle of whiskey on the sidetable and sipping a little.

Chuuya makes a sarcastic sound, "God, asshole, I'm not inlove with you or anything. Just, having sex with a man is pretty fuckin' gay."

Dazai groans loudly and dramatically, burying his head in his hands and placing the whiskey on the carpet, "I'm not! You aren't — I! Ugh..."

Chuuya feels anger bubble up in his throat, clawing at his voice pipes, "Like what? Say the word, Dazai!" He shoves his cigarette stub into the ashtray, wishing he had something stronger for this conversation.

"Gay," Dazai says after the biggest gap Chuuya has ever managed to fill with angry breathing and a hot glare, "I'm not gay, like you."

Chuuya sits up, snatching up another packet of cigarettes, "Fine, what was last night then? And last Wednesday? And the Sunday before that? The 23rd, 24th and 25th?"

Dazai squirms, not used to having such an important answer pressed out of him like glue in a hot glue gun— turning him into a sticky, hot mess, "Just... a casual hookup. You look like a girl anyway, any guy would do it."

He pauses, "Why do you look so bitter?"

Chuuya flings the blanket off him, sitting on the edge of the bed, "This— this is not fuckin' casual! I know you better then anyone you've ever laid eyes on, and you call us casual? Tell me why I'm fuckin' bitter."

Dazai sits motionless in the bed. He's never been one for emotions.

"I hate that I let this drag on so long," Chuuya hisses, "I don't think we should see each other in this way anymore, Dazai."