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Dazai stumbles along the Port Mafia headquarters corridors, he's not by any highly trafficked areas, so he doubts he'll see anyone down here. He did not want to cross paths with any other members of the organization. It's late, Dazai isn't sure how late but it's dark out. It doesn't matter though, the Port Mafia practically thrives in the night.
Mori had gone too far, the gashes even more profound than usual. It hurt really bad, even though he deserved it. He kept regressing, kept acting like a child. And that was bad. Dazai was bad. When he was regressed, he was unable to regulate and mask his emotions in this state, and unable to cope with the pain of just a few cuts. His anxiety was flaring and made him even younger. He hated this.
He hisses as he runs water on the cuts from the scalpel, and tears gather in his eyes. He hates this. He hates being a baby. It's just a few cuts, he's been injured far worse and didn't even cry.
Anxiety continues to build in his chest, and tears threaten to spill. God, he's so pathetic. He knows he needs to get home to his shipping container, where it's safe and he can bandage his cuts up, but he can't right now. He has to get out of there to get home, but unfortunately, people would see him. See his tears and cuts that everyone would probably think Dazai inflicted on himself.
And he can't allow everyone to actually see how pitiful he is.
He sniffles, the cuts seem to finally stop bleeding under the faucet. He slips Mori's jacket on, even though it makes him feel absolutely disgusting, it's the only thing he has right now to cover his unbandaged arms up.
He casts his gaze downward, hopefully, nobody would attempt to bother him.
He seems to dissociate as he continues to walk, everything seeming hazy. He feels out of his body as he walks up stairs and goes up elevators. Step. Step. Step. That's the only thing he has to focus on right now. Get home. He feels as if his body is moving on its own. He feels as if he'll be sick.
He could probably walk forever, but someone breaks his haze.
"-..Dazai?" A voice says, and he feels a hand wrap around his wrist. He hisses in pain and tries to yank his arm away, and the hand retracts. He really is trying right now, who is trying to talk to him? He glances at the person, his vision is so blurry, and he realizes it's because he's crying. Dazai tries to squint to see who it is, and he makes out orange.
Chuuya.
He can feel warm tears trail down his face, and Chuuya is saying something. Dazai is just so tired. He can feel himself beginning to pass out, but he can't fight it right now. He's just tired. He feels hands on him, trying to stabilize him, and Chuuya seems to be avoiding touching his forearms after seeing his previous reaction. How thoughtful.
He can feel Chuuya guide him to the floor, he probably predicts Dazai's about to faint. Once again, Chuuya is speaking to him. He can't make out the words though, Chibi is dumb for thinking Dazai can hear right now.
A sob rips out of his throat, and he can tell he's being held. Chuuya.. Chuuya is warm.
Darkness.
-
Chuuya always expects the worse. It's safer to think that way, after living on the streets for so long, you have to be ready for any situation. It's not much different in the Port Mafia.
However, what Chuuya hadn't expected to see was Dazai, on the verge of passing out, stumbling around the halls. He had tried to talk to him, but he was unresponsive. Another worrying thing was the fact that Dazai seemed to be in pain when Chuuya grabbed his wrist. Had Dazai tried to attempt? Or cut himself?
An anxious feeling fills his chest as he holds the unconscious boy close. He doesn't think he's just going to wake up, and the cold floor is no place for him. He'll just take him to his apartment. After all, he's not going to take him to that drafty old shipping container, at least not when Dazai is like this.
He lifts him up into a princess carry, Dazai wasn't ever very heavy. This was all very concerning, and Chuuya can't help but worry for the brunette. As he walks through more populated areas of the building with Dazai, he shoots a glare at anyone whose gaze lingers on them for too long. He knows Dazai well enough by now, he knows how distressing passing out is. After all, he faints after using corruption every time.
Eventually, they leave the building and Chuuya gets a driver to drive them home. He lets Dazai lay his head on his lap, and Chuuya would be a liar if he said it wasn't even a little cute. Dazai looks so peaceful, a sharp contrast to how he was sobbing not too long ago. He wants to make sure that when Dazai wakes up, he'll be in a warm comfortable bed.
Time seems to speed by as he looks down at him, and all of a sudden, they're there. Chuuya thanks the driver and once again lifts Dazai up, climbing the apartment stairs. His back hurts when they finally make it up, he'll have to do some stretches later.
It's a struggle to deactivate the security system and get into the apartment when you're holding someone as tall as Dazai, but Chuuya makes it work. He walks into the apartment and walks to the bedroom, setting Dazai on the bed. There's one last thing he has to do before he tucks him in, and that's to check for any injuries.
Chuuya remembers Dazai's reaction when he grabbed his wrist, so whatever's wrong can't be good. He gently begins to take off Mori's jacket from him, and the second he does, he sucks in a breath. Dazai's arm is unbandaged. Cuts, a few of them still bleeding. Surrounding them are many more scars. Of course, he's seen under Dazai's bandages before, but it packs the same punch as the first time he saw them. He takes off the other sleeve, and the left arm is just as bad as the right.
Chuuya goes into his bathroom and grabs his first aid kit and the bandages he knows Dazai likes. He turns on the sink to warm water and wets a washcloth with warm water, not hot enough to burn. He returns back to Dazai and carefully wipes the blood away with the washcloth, disinfecting it in the process.
He's sort of glad Dazai is unconscious, it makes this whole process a little easier. He dries his arms and wraps his arms in bandages, just the way Dazai likes them. He'll have to ask if they're too tight when he wakes up. After he finishes, Chuuya breathes a sigh of relief.
However, he knows he has a long day ahead of him. Even now that Dazai isn't bleeding anymore, there are still unanswered questions as to why he passed out. Was it blood loss? Chuuya doesn't completely think so, it didn't seem like he had lost too much blood, so it must've been something else, or a combination of sorts..
He helps Dazai slip under the covers as he continues to think.
Unfortunately, he doubts Dazai will be honest about the matter, so he'll have to figure it out himself. Another worrying component to all this was the crying. Dazai barely ever cries, in fact, he's only seen it a few rare times, and it was just tears, barely even crying. But Dazai had sobbed earlier and looked pretty out of it.
Chuuya is worried about when Dazai will wake up, hoping he won't be sent into another panic like he was before he passed out. Only time will tell. Chuuya decides to stay in the room for good measure, grabbing a book he's been reading in his free time lately, and sits on the bed next to Dazai, reading silently. The only sound in the room was the occasional sound of pages being turned.
He's lost in his book until he hears the sound of rustling from the other, and quickly puts down his bookmark to mark the page he was reading and sets the book down on the bedside table. Dazai opens his eyes, looking around and seemingly rather disoriented.
-
When Dazai opens his eyes, he already feels nauseous and his mind feels fuzzy. Which is already bad. If he remembers correctly, Chuuya is with him, and he is not going to drop into littlespace around the other.
He expects to wake up on the cold Port Mafia floor, but instead, he's on a warm, comfortable bed. And his arms, which he thought would be bloody and unbandaged, are wrapped up in soft, expensive bandages (Dazai's favorite).
When his vision finally focuses, he sees Chuuya looking over him.
"Hey, Dazai. How're you feeling?" Chuuya asks, and Dazai can tell he adjusted his tone to a softer one.
Meanwhile, Dazai has to watch his tone. He can't sound any whinier than usual.
"I'm fine," Dazai replied, and it sounds more forced than anything. Chuuya frowns.
Dazai attempts to sit up and is hit with another wave of dizziness. He can see Chuuya panic briefly, and Dazai nearly rolls his eyes. Dumb Chuuya. He doesn't need his help. Dazai has lived years and years by himself, (unfortunately), without help, so he definitely does not need this.
"Hey- be careful!" Chuuya yells a little too loudly, and it makes Dazai's headache even worse. Chuuya seems to realize this and mutters a small apology.
"As I said, I'm fine," Dazai says, adding a bit more venom to his voice. Chuuya huffs in frustration, of course, injured or not, Dazai just has to be a brat.
"Dazai- you're not just fine. For fucks sake, I was cleaning your cuts an hour ago!" Chuuya yells and immediately regrets it when he sees Dazai flinch. He can see where tears gather in his one unbandaged eye.
It's not fair, Dazai thinks. It's not fair. Of course, Chuuya would think he was the one who made these cuts, after all, Mori made them look exactly like self-harm, and it isn't out of character for Dazai, he's cut before. But it just isn't fair. It's not like he can tell Chuuya that Mori did this.. he wouldn't believe him. That was what Mori always said. That nobody would ever believe him. It was better to just keep quiet.
Dazai looks on the verge of a panic attack, and Chuuya's anxiety only increases. There is definitely something wrong.
Chuuya takes a deep breath. He can't handle this with anger.
"Hey, sorry I yelled, I'm just really worried about you. What's wrong, Mackerel?" Chuuya says, adjusting his tone.
Dazai sniffles, refusing to look at the older.
"C'mere," Chuuya says and opens his arms for the younger. He wonders if Dazai will accept the touch or not, usually his partner hated being touched. Dazai glances over, he really doesn't want to.. but his fuzzy brain was impacting his decision-making. Dazai crashes into Chuuya's arms, desperate for any comfort or affection, and sobs. It's so unlike Dazai that Chuuya is a little shocked for a moment, but he quickly begins to comfort him.
"Shh.. I've got you. I'm right here," Chuuya mutters as he holds Dazai, one hand running through his brunette hair and the other holding his partner close. He thinks Dazai is beginning to calm down, his sobs turning into small cries.
Dazai whines, the way this was going was not good. In fact, he could drop any second now with affection like this. Nope. Not happening. He quickly pushes Chuuya away, but he can't help the sob that comes with the loss of comfort.
He needs to get out of here. Dazai isn't sure he has it in him to walk all the way home to his shipping container right now, but he needs to get away from Chuuya. He scrambles off the bed, nearly tripping, and runs out the bedroom door to the bathroom in the hallway. He swears he hears Chuuya curse behind him, but it doesn't matter. He quickly locks the door, and slides down the door, wailing.
The sound was heartbreaking to Chuuya who was just outside the door. He knocks on the door softly, not wanting to scare Dazai even more.
"Hey Dazai, can you open the door for me, please? I just want to help you." Chuuya coaxes, a bit panicked. He's worried that Dazai might try to hurt himself again.
"C-chuuya's dumb, can't help me-" Dazai chokes out, but miraculously, the door unlocks. Slowly, Chuuya turns the doorknob and Dazai is sitting on the floor, tears streaming down his face, his face bandages getting soggy too.
Chuuya still doesn't understand what's happening. All of this is just so confusing. Dazai doesn't cry, at least not usually..
Chuuya sits down by Dazai.
"What's wrong? You can be honest with me, I promise I won't judge you or anything.." Chuuya mumbles, trying to reach out to give some affection (he clearly needs it) but he keeps pulling away, much to Chuuya's dismay. Dazai just keeps working himself up.
"But you will-" Dazai sobs, backing himself into a corner.
"No Dazai, I won't. You don't have to tell me right now, but you gotta let me help you. I'm not gonna just let you sob your eyes out on my bathroom floor, alright?" Chuuya says, and without trying to push Dazai, he opens his arms in case Dazai decides he does want a hug. Dazai's chest feels so heavy, anxiety clawing at him from the inside.
Dazai knows he really shouldn't, that he'll drop into little space and bother Chuya even more.. but he's selfish. He can't help but let Chuuya hold him as he cries. He can feel Chuuya rocking them both back and forth, and the motion is relaxing. It helps the anxiety fade away for a moment and makes his mind feel hazy. He can tell it won't be long until he drops.
"Chuu.." Dazai whines, crying into his shoulder.
Meanwhile, Chuuya is trying his absolute hardest to figure out what's wrong. Was this some kind of trauma response? Most likely. He thinks about everything he knows about the matter.. and his mind thinks about back in the Sheep.
The kids there.. most of them had trauma. He thinks about all the signs Dazai is showing, and attempts to match them up with what he knew, and Chuuya has one final verdict. Could he be regressing? It was worth a shot to ask, right?
"Hey Dazai, are you little?" Chuuya asks, stroking Dazai's hair.
He freezes at the words.
Dazai feels like he's going to be sick. He knows. Dazai messed up big time, and now Chuuya knows. His breathing quickly speeds up, and before he knows it, he's having a panic attack. Having a panic attack while you're half-regressed is terrible.
Chuuya curses in his head, Shit, because this is a shit moment. Okay. He messed up, and now Dazai is hyperventilating. But he can still fix this. Dazai is clearly little, why else would he react that way?
"Hey.. Mackerel, you with me right now?" Chuuya asks, making sure Dazai can hear him. Thankfully, he nods, but the hyperventilating doesn't seem to be letting up.
"Shh, baby. It's okay. Remember? I said I'm not gonna judge you." Chuuya mumbles out, and Dazai's eyes widen at the nickname. Baby? He.. he likes that. He hates that he does, but the name makes him feel smaller by the second. And combined with the slow rocking, he drops.
Dazai sniffles, he can't seem to stop crying.
Chuuya realizes, continuing to rock him. But the cold bathroom floor is no place for a little.
"C'mon, let's go get you changed into some comfier clothes.. I can't imagine those work clothes are comfortable, Baby," He says, standing up and pulling Dazai up with him. Dazai's legs are wobbly right now, and Chuuya doubts he can stand on his own, let alone walk. Dazai whines.
He picks Dazai up at his hip, and Dazai wraps his lanky arms around Chuuya, nuzzling his face into Chuuya's shoulder. It was cute. Really cute.
He takes Dazai back to the bedroom and attempts to set him down on the bed, but Dazai won't let go.
"Dazai, let go," Chuuya urges, trying to pry Dazai's grabby hands off. The other whines at the loss of contact and begins to cry again. It was a constant battle to keep Dazai feeling alright.
"Shh.. I'm gonna be right back, sweetheart," Chuuya says, hating to see his baby cry but he had to go get some clothes for him. He quickly walks to his dresser, looking for some comfy pajamas for Dazai. He finds one of his oversized hoodies, this one a maroon one, it even looks like it might be a little bit oversized on Dazai too. He also grabs some pajama bottoms, they won't be the perfect length for Dazai, but it would work.
Chuuya grabbed the clothes and quickly returned to the bed where Dazai had worked himself up again. Dazai is wailing, and it makes Chuuya panic, he hates seeing Dazai like this. He sets the clothes down on the bed and lifts Dazai up. He needs to get him calmed down first.
Dazai hides his face in Chuuya's shoulder, tears making Chuuya's shirt wet. Chuuya shushes him softly, trying to rock him, and trying to do anything just to get Dazai to calm.
Dazai can hear and feel Chuuya's desperate attempts, and he really is trying to stop, but once you start crying, it's a million times harder to stop. He's just so upset. Today has been awful. His clothes itch and are sweaty from all the crying, his cuts from Mori are still stinging under the new bandages Chuuya had put on him, and are beginning to become itchy. Everything is just so miserable and upsetting. He can't help but cry.
"C'mon love, please let me get you into some comfier clothes.. You might feel a little better afterward.." Chuuya mutters. still trying to soothe him. This causes Dazai to pause momentarily. Chuuya's right. Maybe.. maybe it would help him feel better.
Dazai sniffles and nods, but he really doesn't want to be set back down on the bed. Chuuya seems to notice his internal dilemma.
"When we get something comfier on we can go cuddle on the couch or bed? Or we can just do whatever you want.." Chuuya says, tone so gentle it makes Dazai melt. Cuddling sounds nice. Really nice.
"C'ddle?" Dazai asks, still sniffling.
"Yeah, we can do that. Let me just change your clothes really quick Dazai, I promise I'll be fast. Then we will,"
Chuuya sets Dazai back down on the bed, and he can tell Dazai isn't happy about it, but he doesn't immediately start crying, thankfully. Chuuya has no time to waste, he quickly unbuttons Dazai's work shirt and slips the hoodie on. Chuuya was right, it is big on Dazai's small frame. And he looks adorable in it.
"You look so cute, Mackerel," Chuuya says, smiling. Dazai's face quickly turns a light shade of pink, blushing. It was funny for Chuuya to see that Dazai also blushes at compliments while regressed.
Chuuya moves on to Dazai's black pants, undoing the button and zipper and trying to shimmy them off. It was difficult, as Dazai was just laying down boneless on the bed. He huffs but eventually is able to pull them off. Then, he slips the stretchier and far comfier pajama pants onto Dazai's long legs.
"Done," Chuuya says, and Dazai sits up, and once again starts trying to grab for Chuuya. He quickly picks Dazai up and bounces him, and Dazai lets out adorable little giggles. It's a sweet sound.. one Chuuya has never heard from the other before.
"There we go! Doesn't that feel so much better?"
It did. Chuuya's clothes always felt so comfy, and the hoodie smelt just like Chuuya. It made his brain feel even fuzzier. He relaxes further into Chuuya's arms.
"Baby? You said you wanted to cuddle, right? The couch or bed?" Chuuya asks, hand threading through Dazai's brunette locks.
"Mm.. couch," Dazai says, voice muffled a little but the answer was clear.
"Alright, let's go then," Chuuya says, before shifting their position ever so slightly so he would be sure he wouldn't drop Dazai. Chuuya is thankful he was able to get Dazai out of his work clothes and that the meltdown had ended. It was quite late though, he wants Dazai to sleep soon, but he knows the other has insomnia so it may be difficult. He also probably needs to get Dazai to eat something, but he was so picky even in his adult head space.
They sit down on the couch together, now with Dazai on Chuuya's lap. A thought comes to Chuuya's mind. How old was Dazai while regressed? He knew it was quite young, after all, Dazai didn't seem to speak much while he's like this.
Chuuya ruffles the younger's hair to get his attention.
"Hey 'Zai? How old are you?" Chuuya asks, keeping his tone kind and soft. Dazai freezes up a little before curling up more into Chuuya's chest. He shrugs, burying his face into Chuuya. He imagines that Dazai's face would be a pout.
So he doesn't know? Or doesn't want to tell Chuuya. That's fine, Chuuya can just guess for now. He knows bombarding his baby with questions may just cause another meltdown, and Chuuya wants to prevent that the best he can if possible. Too many questions could easily stress him out, and he can tell that Dazai is feeling non-verbal anyway. He'd just wait until Dazai was feeling older.
"Love? Is there anything you'd like to do?" Chuuya asks, and Dazai lets out a small noncommittal noise. Right. Options. "We could watch something?" Chuuya suggests and before Chuuya can come up with more ideas, Dazai nods.
"Alright, let's scroll for something. If you see anything you want to watch just let me know, 'kay?" Chuuya says and opens Disney+ with the remote. He scrolls through the homepage, trying to gauge Dazai's reaction to see if there's anything he'd like to watch.
Dazai's eyes seem to brighten a little when Chuuya scrolls past Bluey, so Chuuya stops on it and clicks. He has seen the thumbnail of the cartoon a few times but has never watched it. However, it looks perfect for Dazai.
When Dazai sees Bingo he giggles and points toward the TV excitedly.
"'s Chuuya!" Dazai beams, smiling up at Chuuya.
"Me, yeah?" Chuuya smiles. Dazai just kept getting more adorable.
"Mhm!" Dazai says, curling up more into Chuuya. Chuuya can tell the younger is getting tired, so he checks the length of the first episode and it's not too long.
"Dazai? Do you wanna watch it?" Chuuya asks, running his hand through Dazai's hair for the umpteenth time that night. Dazai melts into the touch, nodding. Chuuya presses play on the first episode and Dazai giggles as the intro plays. Chuuya finds himself also enjoying the show too and is thankful he found something that made Dazai happy while he was regressed.
Dazai was just getting even sleepier, Chuuya could tell by the way the younger curled into Chuuya and relaxed to the touch. It was late anyways.
"Hey Mackerel, are you tired?" Chuuya asks, holding Dazai close to him. It looked like Dazai was having trouble keeping his eyes open, practically forcing himself to continue watching the show.
"Noooo.." He whines and Chuuya chuckles.
"But you look so sleepy Sweetheart.. and it's pretty late," Chuuya reasons, rocking Dazai again. He notices that Dazai has put his thumb into his mouth and has begun to suck on it, which is definitely not sanitary, especially since Dazai isn't exactly healthy and gets sick so easily.. but he'll have to let it slide for now. It reminds him that it would probably be a good idea to purchase an adult pacifier and other little space things for Dazai.
He knows that Dazai didn't even want to drop, at least not around Chuuya.. so he's going to have to convince Dazai that dropping more regularly could probably do him some good.. Dazai was just so sad all the time and has about a million unhealthy ways to cope. Surely age regressing could be a good one.
Dazai doesn't give much of a reply, but Chuuya can tell he's getting fussy. He doesn't want Dazai to have another meltdown, he had worked hard to get his baby to relax like this.
"I'll lay down with you, okay? I'm sleepy too," Chuuya says, and much to his relief, Dazai nods, looking a little sad but he needed to get Dazai sleeping soon. Chuuya turns off the TV via the remote and then lifts Dazai up, taking him to the bathroom.
He sets Dazai down on the countertop beside the sink and gets Dazai's toothbrush out (he has a toothbrush just for Dazai because recently, Dazai has been over more). Unfortunately, Chuuyas only has mint toothpaste, so he puts the tiniest blob onto the brush and waters it down, hoping it won't be too strong for Dazai.
"Hey 'Zai, can you brush your teeth yourself or do you need me to help you?" Chuuya asks, showing him the toothbrush.
"Myself," Dazai mumbles out, looking quite tired. He grabs the toothbrush from Chuuya and brushes his teeth (although quite messily, a little bit dribbles from the side of his mouth which Chuuya wipes away with a tissue). Dazai's face quickly turns into a pained look of disgust once some of the toothpaste gets on his tongue, it was so minty it practically burned his tongue with how cold it felt. Tears fill his eyes, but he doesn't want to get the toothpaste all over Chuuya's hoodie that he had let him wear.
"Dazai, spit it out!" Chuuya yells, not mad at Dazai only panicked as he helps Dazai lean over the sink to spit. It helps a little, but Dazai still feels that cold-burning sensation on his tongue. It's so overwhelming, combined with how intense everything feels in his headspace and how tired and antsy he feels from the events of the day. He wails, and Chuuya rushes to console him.
Lesson learned: Buy kid's toothpaste at the store for Dazai.
"Icky!" Dazai sobs, trying to push Chuuya away because of the meltdown. Everything feels so upsetting and big and he just feels so small. The bandages on his arms feel too tight and his cuts are stinging and itchy and his face bandage feels soggy from all this crying and his hair feels oily because he hasn't even had any time to shower in the past few days and-
Dazai's thoughts are interrupted when he feels himself being bounced on Chuuya's hip as the older holds him, gently shushing Dazai. Everything is a little easier to manage when Chuuya's holding him. It's a little bit easier to breathe. Dazai sniffles.
"That was really overwhelming, yeah? It's okay now. I've gotcha," Chuuya assures, and Dazai's already feeling a bit better. He relaxes into Chuuya's arms, muttering something incomprehensible into Chuuya's shoulder.
"What was that, Baby?" Chuuya asks, trying to get Dazai to speak up. Dazai pulls his face away from Chuuya's shoulder for a minute to look up at Chuuya. He wasn't sobbing anymore, but his eyes were still filled with tears and puffy from all that crying.
"Itchy.." Dazai whines as he scratches at the bandages Chuuya had put on him earlier. Oh. Of course. Usually, those types of wounds got itchy, and Dazai might even still be in pain from it.
"I see. Thanks for letting me know, sweetheart. I know what to do," Chuuya says, smiling softly at Dazai. He manages to put the toilet seat down as he's holding Dazai and sets him down on it. He grabs his first aid kit for the 2nd time today and the bandages. He opens the kit and takes out some cream. It would help with the pain and itchiness and would hopefully grant Dazai some level of comfort.
Chuuya was anxious to get Dazai sleeping soon, but he was not about to make Dazai go to bed uncomfortable.
"I'm gonna unravel these now. Is that okay?" Chuuya asks, making sure to tell Dazai what he is about to do to avoid another breakdown. Dazai nods hesitantly.
Chuuya carefully takes off the bandages. He can tell that Dazai is getting anxious without them, his wounds out in the open. Now for the part Chuuya was dreading the most, applying the cream. It was going to hurt. And Chuuya really doesn't want to hurt Dazai.. but this was important.
"Hey 'Zai? This might sting a little, I promise I'll be done soon," Chuuya explains and before Dazai can even muster up a response, Chuuya is (as gently as possible) putting it onto the cuts. He can see by the way Dazai keeps trying to pull away that it must hurt quite a lot. It doesn't take very long for Dazai to start crying again, and Chuuya feels like such an asshole.
Thankfully, he finishes up soon enough and tries to console Dazai.
"All done, but we need to put some more bandages on, okay? I'm so sorry Love, but we don't want those cuts getting infected," Chuuya says as he holds the sobbing Dazai. This couldn't be going any worse, especially since this time Dazai won't settle. In fact, he's hyperventilating now.
"Baby, please, you need to breathe. Deep breathes," Chuuya says, panicking. Dazai would pass out at this rate. Chuuya desperately attempts to rock Dazai in his arms, but that doesn't seem to work either. He's just so worked up. It's probably a combination of the pain and how sleepy Dazai is that was making him so upset.
"Dazai? What's wrong? Please tell me, I just want to help you.." Chuuya begs. But Dazai can't really use his words right now, he's near hysterics, just sobbing his eyes out.
"C-chuu!" Dazai wails and Chuuya's heart seems to shatter once again.
"Aren't you sleepy? That must be why you're so upset, right?" Chuuya asks, but this only seems to make the situation worse. Dazai shakes his head, no, and Chuuya frowns. What else could be upsetting him?
Dazai was being non-verbal. Chuuya doubts he'll get much out of him, and he can tell that Dazai is frustrated by not being able to tell Chuya what's wrong.
"Hey, in the morning when you're feeling older, you could tell me? How does that sound?" Chuuya says, and thankfully Dazai seems to settle a bit. Tears are still flowing, but he isn't working himself up anymore. It's a relief.
"You're doing so good, Love. Can I put the new bandages on? So we can go to sleep?" Chuuya asks, combing through Dazai's brunette hair with his fingers. Dazai leans into the touch adorably. The meltdown had ended, and he can tell Dazai is feeling a bit more relaxed now. He nods, albeit hesitantly, and lets Chuuya wrap his arms in new bandages. Chuuya makes sure they aren't too tight by asking every now and then if it was okay. Dazai nods yes every time.
Dazai was beginning to fall asleep, today had just been so exhausting. His body begged for rest, it was quite unlike his usual insomniac self. Combined with Chuuya's gentle touch and soft words that Dazai can't make out anymore, it was impossible to stay awake.
Chuuya smiles as Dazai finally falls asleep. He finishes wrapping the bandages and lifts Dazai up, being careful not to disturb his baby from his rest. He walks to the bedroom with Dazai and lays him down on the bed, laying the blankets so Mackerel wouldn't get cold. He too slips into the bed with Dazai and holds the younger close.
Chuuya is also tired. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep either, knowing his baby is finally content.