That's The Deal?

"Chuuya, you're- the last resort for this- not fond of this myself, so bear with me-" Dazai sighs, looking up to the ceiling.
"What's with you?" Chuuya gawks, "And just spill it so I can leav-"
"Marry me."
Time stops, frankly, it feels like everything stops.
"Pardon?" The ginger blinks, placing his hands flat on the table.

Chuuya hates the man with every fiber of his body, and yet, here he is, about to pretend being Dazai's fiancé for two full months. Has he lost his mind? Or is what could've been catching up to him?