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“Where is my dog going so early in the morning?”
“The library opens in an hour, so I am going on a morning run before I study”
“Buuuuuuut you did that yesterday,” Dazai pouted, looking at Chuuya upside down from the couch, “it's just a physics exam Chuuya. Why are you putting in so much effort?”
“Maybe because not all of us are literary genius freaks and actually have to put in fucking effort to get perfect grades,” Chuuya responded before picking up a bagel off the counter and heading out the door.
“What do I do now?” Dazai mused aloud, “My morning entertainment just left at an ungodly hour for the 5th time this week. I might as well get ready. Who knows, I might even do some school work like that stupid hatrack is always telling me to do!” Dazai paused, “naw that's too much work”.
But really, what do I do now? It is unlikely I will be able to fall back asleep. Plus, I already got like 4 hours of sleep, which, despite what that slug likes to think, is plenty long. I just have to have a few cups of coffee in my blood.
So Dazai did just that. He busied himself with making his first cup of coffee and watched the sunrise, focusing solely on the sunrise. Not about how Chuuya had not gone to sleep till after two in the morning the past few nights.
That's right. Dazai was thinking of how he might take strangers' internet advice and practice yoga in front of the sunrise. Not at all about the bags under Chuuya’s eyes and how his tiny roommate didn't even call him shithead once this morning. He definitely wasn't worried about his very very lousy roommate. Not one drop of sympathy for the tiny, angry, red-headed, pretty man whose eye bags so sharply contrasted his stunning blue eyes. Wait—
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Chuuya was exhausted. It seemed that his morning run had not woken him up as he had hoped it would, and he doubted his coffee would help. He could get a decent amount of sleep, but then he would be losing valuable time which could be used to study for his stupid physics test.
A hollow sphere of outer radius 10 cm and inner radius 9 cm floats half submerged in a liquid of specific gravity 0.8 the density of the material of the sphere in g cm−3 is…
“What the fuck is that even supposed to mean!” Chuuya slammed his textbook down and leaned back in his chair, “Maybe I can ask someone for help. That should be enough of a break for me to focus again,” Chuuya muttered.
Chuuya pulled out his phone to see if there was anyone he could talk to to help him out. However, everyone he could talk to would yell at him for studying like this in the library again.
His finger hovered over Yosano’s number for a second before he thought better of it. He was in no mood to get lectured by a medical student for his bad habits this early.
The only other option was Dazai, but he already had to live with that bastard, so there was no way he wanted to interact with him if he didn’t have to. However, it took him longer than he would like to have admitted to move his finger away from the contact.
I doubt he would even pick up.
Chuuya decided to set an alarm for an hour later so he could get to class on time and went back to reading the textbook.
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Dazai splashed his face with cold water because he was just getting ready, nothing more, nothing less. But the water did its intended purpose and woke him up, chasing out any thoughts his mind didn’t block because he was groggy.
Glancing at his phone on the counter, he noticed he had 10 minutes till his first class and considered leaving. He quickly dismissed the idea since class would be particularly boring today. He had already finished the book they were reading, and listening to his classmates misinterpreting the book in class discussions always gave him a headache.
But what to do now? He knew that the chibi didn’t have any classes, but if the past few days had shown anything, he wouldn’t be coming back for a while, which meant that Dazai had to entertain himself or be left with his own thoughts.
His eyes fell on the stove, but he quickly disregarded the idea. Even though Chuuya was exhausted this morning (anyone could see it), it didn't mean he wanted to push his luck. The last thing he needed to do was set the dorm on fire, and death by Chuuya’s hands was not on his to-do list. Though it would be a wonderful last sight.
I’m just going to pretend I never thought that.
Dazai loved ignoring Chuuya’s rules and getting him riled up, but he was slowly regaining his kitchen privileges. He didn’t want to lose them again
The pile of schoolwork stared at him from the coffee table, but he refused to be influenced by Chuuya and actually be responsible for once. He couldn’t even believe the thought had entered his mind. Maybe he would try to go back to sleep. So Dazai settled on the couch, pointily turned away from his lit books, and surprisingly dozed off.
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Chuuya jolted awake to the sound of his alarm. “Damn, I can’t believe I let myself fall asleep. I have to keep studying.”
Why did I even set that alarm? Shit, I have class!
Chuuya jumped up and noticed that he had forgotten his book bag, which meant he had to run back to his dorm and be a few minutes late for class.
He ran out the door before and sprinted towards the dorms, taking the steps two at a time. He finally reached his door and stopped to take a breath, trying to stop his head from spinning. He opened the door, rushed into the room, and grabbed his bag off the crowded coffee table.
He turned around and was met with the sight of Dazai sleeping on the couch. He was hugging one of the sofa cushions, and his hair was spread out everywhere.
Cute…Wait a damn minute.
Thankfully, Dazai started to wake up and saved Chuuya from thinking down that dangerous road again.
“Why are you in such a rush, slug?” Dazai asked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, still gripping the pillow, “It's a Tuesday. Where do you have to go?”
Not cute. Not cute. Not cute.
“You answered your own question. I have to get to class, it's Tuesday.” Dazai cocked his head, “Yeah, it is Tuesday. Unless you are secretly taking a class I don’t know about, you don’t have class. Are you feeling alright?” Dazai laughed. What? Oh god, Chuuya was so confused. He couldn’t get his thoughts in order. “Chuuya?” Dazai’s head was still cocked with concern.
Probably just a mock concern.
“I’m feeling peachy, just a little dizzy. Why would you care? I just need another cup of coffee, and I’ll be fine.” Chuuya said while propping himself up using the coffee table. Suddenly Chuuya’s hand slipped, and his entire world turned upside down, or was it sideways? At least he didn’t crash into the ground. Instead, he fell into something soft.
“Oi Chuuya, you’re burning up.” As Chuuya's eyes refocused, he realized that the said soft thing he had been referring to was Dazai’s sweater and that he was looking at him with a worried expression. He was also very close. Really really close. This should not be a problem. What did he mean, A problem? It was just his fever making his brain short-circuit. “All that time you spent studying instead of sleeping like a normal person is finally catching up to you.”
“Like you’re one to talk to Mackeral. You need more sleep than me.” Chuuya glared up at Dazai.
“Mackerel?”
“You call me a slug. I can fucking call you a fish.”
“Whatever you say,” Dazai said while scooping up Chuuya.
“EHHHHH? Put me down, you fucking waste of bandages!” Chuuya yelled at the bridle carry. Or tried to say, but it came out more like “haaaa, puthma down ya waste of fuckin bandages,” accented with a light tap on Dazai’s cheek instead of the intended slap. He had just been so tired and was really cozy in Dazai’s arms, though he would never admit it.
Chuuya looked up at Dazai, “You good? You’re all red. Do I have something on my face?” Chuuya tried to wipe whatever it was off because why else would Dazai be staring at him? But only succeeded in messing up his hair.
“To quote a tiny person I know, ‘I’m just peachy,’” Dazai reached Chuuya’s bed, “you just need some sleep.”
“Not just me.” Chuuya glared up at Dazai from his pillow before grabbing his shirt and pulling him down. “I know you don’t study, but I don’t have to know Yosano to know that you need more sleep.” Dazai chuckled. “What you laughing at fucker?”
“Chuuya is so cute when he is trying to glare at me and also stay awake.”
“Ha?” he yawned, “Whatzthat supposed to mean?” Chuuya’s words came out slowly and slurred as he passed out, Dazai’s shirt still bunched in his hand.
“I don’t quite know myself,” Dazai whispered into Chuuya’s hair.