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He sniffed Dazais hair, squeezing him a little tighter, their matching red and blue plaid pants tangled with each other.
Everywhere fucking hurt. Chuuya usually handles pain well, he never had much control over his emotions, but his body? That was something he could hold to rules.
But now, he was being betrayed, and frankly, he needed a pain killer or a drink, or both.
Chuuya squeezing him roused Dazai a bit. Blearily, he opened his eyes, looking up at Chuuya with a nose-scrunching yawn.
"..Why are you awake?" Came Dazai's soft voice, sleepiness clearly still overtaking him as he lazily reached up to pet Chuuyas hair.
" Itz nothing." He mumbled
Dazai raised his eyebrow, still managing to have an attitude half asleep.
Ah, this is where the relationship shit came in.
Normally he'd brush it off, maybe tease Dazai a bit to get the uncomfortable weight off his shoulders. But they agreed to be good to each other, and a relationship is not something he intends to half-ass even if it's with Dazai Osamu.
Chuuya groans, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" He kissed Dazais fluffy hair.
The brunette rubbed Chuuyas's waist, "..mkay, lemme know if you need anything." Closing his eyes once again.
He smiled in response, lifting himself up, stopping halfway because of the pain in his shoulder.
Dazai opened his eyes again, about to say something before Chuuya pushed himself all the way up and crawled to the end of the bed.
He pushed himself up and winced, " Ah.. fuck me.." he muttered.
Dazai pushed himself up next to Chuuya, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Let me help-" Dazai said softly.
Dazai was no stranger to Chuuyas pain. Dazai hates doctors and drugs, but even he said Chuuya should get something prescribed.
Chuuya was only twenty-three, but getting older made the pain worse and worse. Dazai often felt really fucking helpless in his boyfriend's pain.
"I'm fine. It's fine." Chuuta snapped
Dazai put his hands up, in a comforting surrender.
Chuuya appreciates it. He really truly does appreciate it, and he's not meaning to be a dick. But his knees and shoulder are on fire, the muscles and joints contracting, sore from the use of his ability earlier in the day.
It's one of the reasons Chuuya liked to refrain from using his ability when he didn't need it. That, and it made him feel stupid normal. Who woulda thought carrying up all your groceries, something so mundane, would feel so gratifying? It made him feel human.
But lately, Dazai also made him feel this stupid-normal. Nothing about them was normal, so watching Scooby Doo and My Little Pony on their days off, snacking and talking about everything and nothing, felt really rewarding. Being able to be happy, happier than their past.
Chuuya sighed, "My knees and my thighs they..." Showing vulnerability was hard for him, so he chewed his words, "really fuckin hurt." He muttered, his pained expression fading into more of an uncomfortable one.
Dazai frowned, he put his hand back on Chuuya's shoulder, slowly skirting to the back of his neck where his long hair lays, to his other shoulder.
"Do you need help? Can I help you?" Dazai offered, it was opened ended just as much as it was a yes or no. Giving Chuuya a chance to be simple or opt-out.
Dazai being soft and nice, even as common as it was of late, still made Chuuya nervous. Chuuya didn't trust his voice, so he just nodded.
Dazai stands slowly, bringing Chuuya with him.
His body's reaction is instantaneous, daggers up his legs, stabbing into his back.
It pushed out a wince and a groan, but Dazai pulled him along.
Every step felt like hot ice with pins and needles in his joints. Dazai spoke about it recently, he brought up chronic pain. Chuuya has lived with this his whole life, he's dealt with it. But it was hard, getting out of bed, running missions, all well he was in excruciating pain.
Dazai kissed his head, "Almost there."
They walked through the door and Chuuya braced himself on the counter for a second before Dazai pulled him to sit on the toilet.
Dazai crouched down and opened the cabinet, Dazai looking at the black safe, Chuuya kept all the different pills he had locked up, away from Dazai.
"What's the code?" Dazai turned to him.
Chuuya scoffed, "Hand it to me."
"I can just-"
"No Osamu, hand it to me," Chuuya said, sternly.
Dazai rolled his eyes and lifted the hefty safe, placing it on the counter facing Chuuya.
He watched Chuuya for a moment before Chuuya looked at him incredulously and twirled his finger.
"Uguhhhh, Chuuya is so annoying..." He mumbled with a yawn and turned around.
That brought a smile out of the redhead, "Yeah yeah..." Putting in the code and grabbing the painkiller he needs.
He shut the safe and set it down, Dazai turned around and picked it up once again, crouching down to put it back in the cabinet.
Chuuya put the pills in his mouth and swallowed them dry.
"Ready?" Dazai said, Chuuya answered with a small smile.
Dazai helps Chuuya stand and walks him back to bed, where they flop and roll under the covers, back in their original placement.
Dazai kisses Chuuyas neck and pushes his face into Chuuyas tank top, tangling their legs in their matching plaid pants.
"Love you." Dazai mumbles.
Chuuya squeezes him tight once again, "...Love you too."