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Chuuya woke up with a start. Azure eyes blinked rapidly to take in the surroundings that is his room. He felt a lone drop of tears roll down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand while trying to control his laboured breathing at the same time. When he had calmed down a bit, his other hand began to wander. In search of comfort in the form of a bandaged human being but Chuuya soon discovered that the other side of the bed was empty.. and cold.
"You're joking me.." He breathed out as he felt his heartbeat fastened, pounding against his ribcage loudly without his consent. His mind began to swirl but the redhead willed himself to not panic. Maybe he's just thirsty and ended up falling asleep in the kitchen or something. Yeah, that's probably it.
Chuuya, in a haste, removed the blanket covering him and climbed down their shared bed.
He checked the bathroom first, just in case. It was empty.
Maybe he really went to the kitchen but.. It was empty too.
What about the living room? Not a single soul.
The mafia executive felt himself getting more and more anxious. There's only one place left in their apartment and if he didn't find his partner there, all hell would break loose.
With hopeful steps, Chuuya began to head to the balcony.
His shoulder sagged with relief once he finally saw him; bathed in the moonlight with a stick of cigarettes cradled between his fingers. He let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding and let his feet guide him to where the other man was.
Once he's close enough, Chuuya circled his arms around the lean torso, pressing one side of his cheek against the warm back. He felt the man jumping slightly in his hold before he turned to face him, wrapping a loose arm around his shoulders and pressing Chuuya close against his chest, while the other hand took the cigar out of his lips
"Chuuya?" He called gently, fingers playing with the long part of Chuuya's hair.
The smaller one stayed quiet, focusing on relaxing himself with the help of Dazai's steady heartbeat. It didn't take long for the brunet to figure out what's up.
"I'm sorry. Let's go back to bed?"
Without waiting for answers, the taller one began to guide the both of them inside, his arm protectively circled Chuuya's petite waist.
When they're back in their shared bedroom, Dazai didn't even bother to peel the older off him and instead just threw the both of them on the bed, wiggling their ways until they're comfortable; with Chuuya cuddling himself close against Dazai's chest.
Dazai's fingers began to pat Chuuya's head, sometimes doing some scratching on his scalp to make the other relax.
"Osamu." Chuuya called softly, his tone laced with sleepiness.
"Hmm?" God knows how much he loves it when Chuuya calls him by his given name. But putting that aside, Dazai seemed to know what the nightmare is about and his suspicion is confirmed when Chuuya continued.
"Don't leave me again." The red head sounded so vulnerable.
"Never." Dazai immediately replied without missing a beat and when he pulled away to face Chuuya, he felt an ugly twist in his stomach.
His beautiful eyes void of the confidence usually present and it made Dazai wish that he hadn't left him years ago. He should've brought him along.
The taller leaned in to kiss his lids.
"Promise?" Chuuya continued on, his fingers clutching tightly onto Dazai's white shirt.
"Promise." The other muttered against his lover's closed eyes.
"Okay.. good." He whispered and finally let himself relax in the younger's embrace.
"Go back to sleep, Chuuya."
"You should sleep too."
"I will." Dazai promised, now kissing the top of the red head.
"Good night, Osamu."
"Night, Chuuya."
I love you
Chuuya didn't mutter it out loud, but Dazai can feel it. He smiled and made their lips meet in a quick, heartfelt kiss.
"I love you too."