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There are more alternatives to get Chuuya Nakahara's attention:
- Getting acquainted of his gloved knuckles (which means teasing him with a lewd attitude and then swimming in a sea of appellations and bickering).
- Mentioning his height ( I’m still growing sounds out of tune now that he has reached the coming-of-age and is approaching twenty — oh, puberty is no longer an excuse for his low stature).
And Dazai's favorite
- Taking advantage of his wine fondness and observing his cheeks blossom into a bright red. Then, refuse his avances and stand by.
Fortunately patience is one of the attributes that Dazai Osamu possesses, although he prefers to wear qualities that make him a sadistic bastard.
The reason why, in his bed and with his sleep mask covering his visual field, the corners of his mouth slant in a barely noticeable grin at the noise of Chuuya’s footsteps echoing in the hallway.
Drunk Chuuya is also Chuuya who can't walk straight, Chuuya who mumbles wonky phrases, Chuuya who looks for affection in each figure present in the Port Mafia and above all in Dazai. And this, well, can only make the bastard walking on air.
"Daz-ahi!" Chuuya calls.
Dazai tries in vain to hold back a laugh and hide a satisfied expression that paints his face.
"Can ... Can I come in?" he adds, knocking repeatedly on the door with the whole palm and plastering his body against the oak wood.
The hallway swirls and seems it want to swallow him. It's certainly not the first time he gets drunk, and moreover with half a glass of wine, however his head has only one thought and that thought is called Dazai Osamu.
His partner clears his throat. "The door is open," he pauses, pretending a monotonous tone. "but I was going to sleep and I don't need a drunken Chibikko in my bed." he wraps himself like a bundle in the blankets and nibbles his lower lip so as not to betray his covering.
The creaking of the door accompanies the clicking of Chuuya's heels inside the bedroom and up to the rim of the mattress, where silence reigns again.
"I’m not drunk!" Chuuya barks and almost looks like the automatic response of a driver who is caught by the police with a cheshire smile and a high alcohol content. "I just had a glass or two of wine with Akutagawa."
Silence again.
"Dazai?"
"Yes?"
"Can i sleep with you?"
Despite the previous planning, Dazai's heart does a backflip.
"Sure. But don't touch me too much."
Which in the bastard's antithetical universe means: yes, do it.
Chuuya crouches on the bed, slightly tilting the mattress with his weight, he lifts the sheets and places his head on the extremity of the pillow, spreading a scent of cinnamon and grapes across the air.
And Dazai can't help but remains bewitched.
"Dazai," Chuuya nods, believing the partner is really about to sleep. "Can you hug me?" and this time his voice softens.
His head spin and it's not just the alcohol in his body.
To be honest, Dazai hoped for an excellent result — sleeping with Chuuya and taking advantage of his hangover to caress his face or simply watch him while he's resting — but this goes beyond his expectations and he understands that, well, not only he's lucky but the next morning he'd have thank Akutagawa or the deity who made it possible.
Challenging fate, the bastard must still maintain his facade. "Hugging Chibikko? FuFuFu ... And what do I get in return?" Dazai grabs the sleep mask with his fingertips and crosses his gaze with his partner.
The beauty that his blue eyes manage to unleash, despite the penumbra and the moon as the only source of light, makes him melt and the heart, that once did backflips, now is bubbling.
So unfair.
Chuuya swallows a mouthful of sand paper before answering. "Please, Dazai. Tomorrow you can tease me as much as you want." Although he's not the kind of person to surrender, especially to his partner's tricks, his eyelids are heavy and his lack of intimacy leads him to make choices that he'd, sadly, regret the following morning.
"I'll remember that."
Dazai lace up his arms around Chuuya's hips and Chibikko spreads over his body like a starfish, sinking his cheek against his chest and heart-height ear.
Feeling his partner burying his fingers into his locks, chastely kissing his hair and rubbing his toes with his, is something Chuuya desperately needs despite he can obtain it only by blurring the truth for not appearing as the weak part of Double Black but only a momentary doom due to alcohol.
Sleep well, Chibikko.
And that's what he does.