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kunikida is staring at dazai from across the room, unspeaking.
dazai’s eyes flit upwards to the other, moving his book off his lap. “what’s up kunikida-kun?”
the other boy doesn't reply, fidgeting his hands. he opens his mouth before closing it once more, head tilting downwards.
“hey! it’s ok! let's play charades!” dazai suggests, sitting forwards, an air of excitement around him.
kunikida gives him an odd look, but dazai understands, “this is more fun! right?”
kunikida nods, going along with dazai, and holds out two fingers. “two words?” kunikida nods. and then holds out one finger. “first word!” kunikida then points to himself. “you?” dazai guesses. another nod, before holding out 2 fingers. “second word!” kunikida pauses, as though thinking how to convey the next word. he does so by furrowing his brows together, flapping his hands at his sides.
“oh.” kunikida looks down once more, kicking at the rug fukuzawa had picked up a few weeks ago.
“come’re.” dazai moves over, opening up a space on the couch. a look of relief washes over kunikida’s face. he collapses into the couch, curling into dazai. dazai smiles and allows silence to fall over the room, no words are truly needed, just the pair curled into each other.
if the others noticed the pair sleeping on the couch hours later, they didn’t let it be known, only exchanging soft smiles and a few giggles, a sense of calmness filling the house.