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2:49 AM.
If someone asked him, Dazai would say that this was one of his suicide attempts and might be the perfect one at that. It’s half-true because sneaking inside the house of a Port Mafia executive is a freaking suicide and if you’re his ex-partner and haven’t shown up for 2 years, the executive will surely commit murder. However, there’s something in him that’s pushing him to do this, something that got dormant and was now threatening to explode if he won’t do this.
He wants to see Chuuya and with his outstanding lock picking capabilities, he managed to open his front door as subtle as possible even if he knew that Chuuya is a heavy sleeper. It’s in his predictions that he might be sleeping in this hour. He’s well informed about the fact that no one should underestimate the other half of the Double Black.
Dazai looked around the space Chuuya owns. It’s organized and it’s probably because Chuuya isn’t home that often due to his work. Most of the furniture is black and of course, the stack of wine bottles near the dining area will never go unnoticed. Dazai chuckled a bit when he saw that. Though, He wanted to erase the sight of the literal hat rack full of hideous things which greeted him in the doorway.
Speaking of the hat rack, Dazai made his way to what he thinks is the master bedroom. He slowly opened the door and was greeted by the sight of Chuuya peacefully sleeping on the right side of the bed and facing the left side as if someone was lying on the other side. The room was really dark and that’s because Chuuya likes it that way. Dazai approached him and suddenly there’s an urge to fish out his phone and take a picture.
Chuuya was under the blanket, not completely though. His hair was a beautiful mess under and around his head. The white color of the pillows and bedsheet was a serene contrast to the man sleeping. Dazai was accustomed to the dark but still, he wanted to open the lights to see him more clearly. He didn’t care that he’s kind of being a weird stalker or a creep right now, the desire to see and feel Chuuya greatly surpassed that.
He wanted to personally know that Chuuya is still there, still alive.
Dazai bent down and reached out his right hand to cup Chuuya’s exposed cheek but stopped midair. He shouldn’t. He lost the right to touch him after he left his side and Chuuya would say that to his face. He retracted his hand to his side and had decided that he should fulfill the burning desire he’s been enduring for a long time now to touch him and be close to him by staring and taking in the familiar image of him. His eyes darted towards his messy hair and Dazai could swear that he heard the roar of his desire telling him to just run his fingers there, untangle the strands and keep them out of his face. He didn’t. He resorted to adjusting the blanket covering the redhead but his action was stopped by a hand.
Dazai wasn’t surprised nor panicking that he got caught. The moment he approached the bed he’s sleeping on; he knew that he’s awake. As expected of his partner.
“You very well know that I am a deep sleeper yet your stench was bad enough to disturb my sleep. Leave.” Chuuya demanded, his voice hoarse, clear evidence that he just woke up. He sat up and glared at Dazai.
“Hello, Chuuya.”
“Don’t say my name. I don’t want to hear it from a dead man.”
Chuuya continued, “Leave and don’t ever come back here.”
Dazai nodded.
Chuuya went back to his lying position before, not even sparing Dazai a glance. He’s just looking at the other side of his own bed. There’s an uncomfortable silence surrounding them and the coldness of the hour enveloping them.
“Leave before I stop you myself.” Chuuya unconsciously mumbled his thoughts that even he surprised himself and made him slap his own mouth.
“Then stop me, Chuuya.”
Hearing Dazai’s quick response, Chuuya sat up immediately, “What…?”
“I said, stop me.”
“Are you being serious right now?” Chuuya must not even question it. It’s written in his face, there’s no hesitation present in it.
“Stop me, Chuuya. Tie me down to you. Don’t let me leave your side.” Dazai bravely took a step closer to Chuuya.
Chuuya can’t form an answer to that. Dazai was anything but honest. He’s just looking at Dazai so dumbfoundedly while his mind was going frenzy. What the fuck happened?
“I can’t go on… I tried but I can’t, Chuuya…” I need you. Please, hold me.
And Chuuya did. He stood up in front of Dazai and then he pulled him to an embrace.
“Okay, Osamu. Okay.”
Since then, Chuuya never let him go and Dazai stayed by his side.
Chuuya is an untouchable man to anyone.
However, to Dazai, he’d be the first to reach out a hand and hold him as much as he needed to.