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Chuuya woke up surrounded by warmth. Soft arms wrapped in bandages gently held his body, cradling him as if he would shatter from the smallest movement.
Chuuya’s eyelids started fluttering, gently opening to the soft light of Dazai’s apartment. Dazai shifted slightly, letting out a slight sigh, before settling back into his original position, his hands gripping Chuuya’s shirt tightly, as if he was scared that Chuuya would disappear at any moment.
Chuuya relaxed into Dazai’s arms, returning the embrace. He had missed this, it had been years since Dazai had last held him, even after the mafia and Ada’s tentative alliance Dazai had acted indifferent to Chuuya’s presence. But, Dazai came when Chuuya called, he held Chuuya closely.
Dazai’s voice broke the silence, “I’m sorry” his voice was hesitant, his words wavering.
“Dazai-” Chuuya started.
“You don’t understand Chuuya, I fucked up, I fucked up so fucking bad. I essentially left you out there to fucking die because I couldn’t be bothered to pick up my fucking phone, it’s a fucking miracle Yosano got to you in time, I felt your heart fucking stop, you died, you fucking died in my arms Chuuya” Dazai interrupted, his voice growing louder and more emotional as he spoke, tears streaming from his eyes.
“Osamu” Chuuya spoke softly, gently running his hands through Dazai’s hair.
“You saved me, I’m still breathing aren’t I?” Chuuya placed Dazai’s hand onto his chest, letting Dazai feel the rise and fall.
“I- I thought I lost you, you’re my world, I can’t be without you” Dazai murmured into Chuuya’s shirt, moving his arms to hold Chuuya again.
Chuuya relaxed into Dazai’s arms, gently rubbing circles into his back.
“I love you too Osamu”