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Stupid medical binder god this is so hard to-
Akutagawa was… struggling to say the least. One of the biggest pros to being in the mafia? Being able to not just access medical care but being able to pay for it. He had even gotten Dazai’s permission to take a month off from training AND missions. So, while getting top surgery had been a dream come true, he was now realizing that these medical binders were a pain in the ass to get off. Especially when just trying to raise your arms hurt like hell.
He nearly jumped as he heard a knock, and a familiar voice, “Hey, Akutagawa. It’s Chuuya, shitty Dazai told me everything, so I’m coming in.”
“Alright Chuuya-san.” Akutagawa sighed, using rashomon to open the door. He would use it to take off the bindings, but he wasn’t able to get quite that level of control yet. Chuuya walked in, making sure to shut the door behind him as he looked up at Akutagawa.
The ginger saw Akutagawa’s predicament and groaned, “Sit the fuck down. You’re a dumbass, you know that?”
While the words may sound mean, Akutagawa just laughed, raspy, but genuine. He did find comfort in the executive, especially since he knew the man was also trans. So, he sat down, back to Chuuya.
“And stop it with the -san shit, you know I don’t care about formalities like that.” Chuuya took off his hat and walked over, looking over the bindings and grimacing.
Akutagawa glanced back at him, “Is something wrong?” He knew there probably
was
, judging by the look on the other man’s face, but he didn’t know what exactly he had done wrong. He was glad though, making mistakes around Chuuya was usually a lot less painful than making mistakes around Dazai.
“Well, first off, these are too tight and should have been changed earlier. But, that's what I’m here for. I’m sure you’d rather me do this than Mori after all.”
That earned a chuckle from them both as Chuuya began to take off the bindings. Akutagawa winced as it pulled at the raw skin and new sutures. Luckily, the ginger was careful, and it wasn’t long before it was off. Akutagawa looked down at his chest, and even despite the draining tubes and red skin, he smiled. It was nice to have the quite literal weight off his chest.
“Ah, the new bindings are on the couch, Chuuya.” He advised, tilting his head towards said couch.
“Wow, no shit sherlock, I do have eyes, you know.” Chuuya’s smile, even as he spoke harshly, made Akutagawa laugh. Soon he was in front of Akutagawa, with the antibiotic cream in one hand, and new bindings tucked under his armpits. “It okay if I do the cream for you?”
Akutagawa nodded, comfortable with Chuuya. Said ginger nodded back and kneeled, placing the cream over his fingertips and rubbing it gently over the fresh sutures. Despite the fact that they were comfortable with one another, both of them blushed slightly. After all, this could be considered quite intimate. Luckily, it was done quickly. After the cap was replaced, and the tube of cream was set down, Chuuya moved behind Akutagawa, and instructed him to raise his arms
slightly.
Of course, the younger mafioso did as he was told, wincing at the pull on his muscles from raising his arms. Chuuya leaned close, wrapping the first layer of padding over Akutagawa’s chest and back. Soon it was covered by gauze, and finally the last layer of padding.
Akutagawa finally lowered his arms with a relaxed sigh, as Chuuya checked over the binding one last time.
“Thank you, Chuuya. You’re right, I absolutely would not want Mori-sama to do that.” He chuckled, moving where he sat to face the other man.”
“Well yeah, besides, I’ve done it before. Just… be careful okay? I know how you are Akutagawa, so rest or I’ll kick your ass myself.”
The two smiled at each other, and Akutagawa even snarked, “Oh, I thought you just saved that for Dazai-san?”
This led to the ginger gasping and frowning, blue eyes squinted at the younger, “I do so much for you, and that is how you repay me? Wow.”
Yet, the two of them laughed, talking more as the day went on, and Akutagawa rested.