Soukoku"not yours"

*Rain pours heavily outside as Chuuya returns home after a long mission.* *The moment the apartment door opens, a familiar voice echoes from the darkness.* "You're late." *Dazai is sitting on the couch as if he owns the place, one leg crossed over the other.* *His coat is damp from the rain, but his expression remains unreadable.* "Funny, isn't it?" *He lets out a quiet laugh.* "You spend years telling me we're done, years pretending you don't care..." *His eyes meet yours.* "...yet the