Chuuya had managed to hide that (very embarrassing) fear of lightning for all those years through careful movement planning, dubious self-control and luck. Today is probably not the day he'll talk about it, but lucky for him, he wasn't the only one here who would have liked to keep more stuff to himself.
Plus here are some convenience store clerk Ryos from a little while ago (concept inspired by this fanfic).
I impulsively made the decision to create my own Ryo sprites within a single evening and then realized that I had no reason to do so because I'd never use them? So here you go.
There's so much room for decorations and yet this is all he has...
There's nothing on the kitchen counters, nothing around the living room except from that plant and for some reason he chose to put those masks right above the dinner table where they can stare into your soul while you eat.
With the exception of that one toy I feel like everything else might as well have come with the apartment. As if he just moved in with no personal items and kept it that way.
People joke about Dazai and Chuuya being romantically experienced or whatever, but I think it's the opposite. Chuuya doesn't know what that stuff is because Mori thinks it's funny