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Sobs echoed throughout the giant master bedroom. It was a sick and demeaning sound that made Kouyou's heart ache.
Chuuya has his face buried in Dazai's bloody and wet black leather jacket, his whole body shaking as he laid on their bed, his curled bright orange mixed red hair spread out around his head and on his pillow.
Kouyou was whispering sweet nothings to him and gently running her fingers through his locks. Chuuya knew she was trying her best to comfort him, but honestly, her words didn't help in the slightest.
"It wasn't your fault, dear," She said. "You didn't do anything wrong."
Damn it, it was his fault! Couldn't she see that?
"I-I could've d-done something!" Chuuya cried, another round of tears springing in his eyes as his hands clenched harder against the bloodied jacket, bringing it closer to him if that was even possible. "H-he got hurt be-because of m-me! I didn't s-save him!" Kouyou's gaze softened.
"It isn't your job to save him," She retorted before smiling a little. "I'm sure Dazai would say the same thing. He can take care of himself."
"Bu-but, we're partners, Ane-san," The redhead sniffled. "Soulmates, I-I want to k-keep him s-safe. I...I need to keep him safe."
Kouyou hummed, still smiling. "I understand. It's instinctual then." He nodded.
A few moments of silence passed before Chuuya's sobs quieted and his eyes began to droop, fluttering closed and opening once more every few minutes.
"Get some sleep, dear," Kouyou said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Dazai will be here when you awake, so you need not worry anymore."
Chuuya sniffled once more and nodded again before letting his eyes fall shut completely, his lips parting just a bit before he instantly fell asleep, still holding onto his soulmates jacket.
Kouyou caressed his cheek and then, she stood up and left the room, closing the door shut quietly behind her.
***
The bedroom door slowly creaked open. It revealed Mori who held a sleeping Dazai in his arms and resting on his chest. He had more bandages wrapped around his body, more so than usual.
The Mafia boss carefully walked over to the giant king-sized bed that could fit at least seven adults and gently laid the boy down onto the mattress.
He then moved some of his hair behind his ear and out of his one closed eye before pulling the covers over him. Mori watched the two for a few more moments before he shook his head and smiled, scoffing just a bit.
Teens, so dramatic.