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Hospital beds are not the most comfortable and Chuuya would rather leave and recuperate in his own bed, in his own flat. The doctors, however, would not allow that. In their opinion he was still too weak, his condition not exactly stable enough to let him leave the mafia’s private clinic.
Bullshit, Chuuya thought. He felt just fine. Or as fine as he could after using Corruption, anyway. So he might still had a headache. And maybe he got dizzy if he moved a little too fast. And maybe all of his muscles ached from overuse and the bruises of his arms were still ugly purple. Doesn’t mean I can’t go home and rest there!
He would complain out loud but his mouth felt like it was full of cotton, tongue swollen and uncooperative.
Okay, so maybe he didn’t feel as good as he wanted himself to believe. Still… Still! He was sure he would recover better at home! The smell of hospital and antiseptic made his skin crawl for reasons he would rather not think about.
The constant chatter of his partner didn’t help his headache at all. It seemed as if since Chuuya couldn’t complain himself, Dazai would do that for him.
The other boy was sat on one of the uncomfortable visitor chairs, commenting on everything. The sheets were too scratchy, the room temperature too low, sun too bright, walls too white.
Chuuya groaned to get his attention when Dazai started going on about hospital food, even though he wasn’t even the one forced to eat it.
“What is it, chibi? Don’t tell me you actually like the food.”
“Shut up,” Chuuya managed to say. “Head...”
“Here I am, complaining for you, since you can’t, and that’s how you thank me?”
Wait, so that was actually what Dazai had been doing the entire time? Chuuya had only been joking!
“Thanks,” I guess. “Now, shut up.”
“You really do feel terrible, don’t you?” Dazai asked, for once whispering. “Alright, I can concede this time. After all, I am a generous person.”
Chuuya responded with en eye roll. ‘Dazai’ and ‘generous’ did not belong in the same sentence.
“Sorry for your headache.”
Before Chuuya could react, Dazai closed the space between them and placed a kiss on his forehead.
“I would get you some painkillers, but I’m sure you’re already pumped full of them. This will have to suffice.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes once again but couldn’t help the fond smile that crept on his face.
“I’m hurt all over. Not just head,” he mumbled.
“Then I will have to kiss you all over!” Dazai answered eagerly. “Just wait till we got you home!”