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A pair of brown eyes slowly opens and takes in their surroundings. A bright orange mop of hair filling his vision. Arms wrapping just above his ways rendering him immobile. And lastly a loud ringing sound behind him.
˝Kunikida´s custom ringtone˝ Dazai´s brain registers. He would let it ring, if not for a cracked voice next to his ear telling him to ˝shut the fuck up˝. That’s when Dazai´s brain makes another genius revelation. He is in Chūya´s apartment. Correction. In Chūya´s bed. The phone rings again. Another dissatisfied grumble in Dazai´s ear.
As much as Dazai had the intention of letting the phone ring, he whispers to the man who dragged him into bed in his previous night´s drunk haze: ˝Chūya, darling if you want me to turn off the phone, you’ll need to let me go.˝ Another grumble, but the hands let him go just enough so that Dazai breaks free of the hold and picks up the phone from the nightstand. 31 missed calls. All from Kunikida. And one singular message from Kōyō. He pointedly ignores all of the calls and opens the message.
If you got Chūya drunk again, I’ll cut of your tongue so that no one has to listen to you ever again (especially that waitress below the agency).
The usual concern thinly veiled with a threat, Dazai sighs and drops the phone back on the bedsheets. Once he turns back to Chūya, Dazai finds groggy blue eyes staring at him. And oh is it a sight to behold. The blue eyes have always held a raging storm in them, but right now, when Chūya had just woken up they are like ocean waves lazily crashing into the rocks below the cliff side.
˝The fuck you staring at asshole.˝ breaks him out of his thoughts. Dazai stares some more. And ends up getting pushed out of bed for it.
˝Bastard.˝ Chūya says from the bed.
Dazai grins as he picks himself up. ˝Why if Chūya gives me the chance to be late to work and annoy Kunikida, I will take it.˝ He dodges a pillow that was thrown into his direction. ˝Besides it’s the Hat rack´s fault I’m here.˝
Another pillow, this time controlled by Upon the tainted sorrow, gets thrown into his direction. This one as well hits the wall and flops uselessly on the floor. Dazai slips through the door and into the grand kitchen he knows Chūya never uses. Its proof enough that when he opens the fridge is almost barren empty. He manages to find some rice, fish and vegetables he sets on the counter to prepare them into a very barren breakfast.
The smell of fish being grilled bribes a now less groggy Chūya out of the bedroom, Dazai stifles a laugh when he sees the state of his very messily tied together yukata. That earns him a glare from the ginger´s direction. And there are the signature raging storm eyes that Dazai stares into for one second too long making Chūya scowl.
Next thing that Dazai is aware of is Chūya dragging him to the suite door whilst loudly swearing that he can´t deal with ˝this bullshit˝ so early in the morning and said door shutting in his face.
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Loud footsteps are heard going away from the door.
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The footsteps stop.
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Dazai is still standing in front of the door when it swings back open and gets pulled back inside by the collar of his shirt.
Because while Chūya would rather shrivel and up and die than admit Dazai won the nonverbal argument, he still doesn’t want to set the smoke detectors off when he would inevitably burn the breakfast. The rest of the time while Dazai finishes preparing breakfast Chūya sulks in his own hangover by lying his head down on the chabudai. By the time Dazai finishes the food and places it next to Chūya, he was already back asleep.
The brunet’s lips quirk slightly upwards as he tangles his fingers in Chūya´s hair. He picks up his brown coat from the bedroom and leaves the apartment building.