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Eating something new was maybe the only fear Osamu has. It makes him sick. He was used to not eating for days. Sometimes Mori just had to shove food down his throat. He just threw it all up later. He was now slowly healing and eating only specific foods. Trying new stuff made him so sick.
Chuuya had made him a meal after a mission. Chuuya is a great cook as a fifteen year old boy but he eats different stuff from Dazai. When he brings something new for Dazai to try it always ends the same -Dazai holding on to Chuuya on the bathroom floor after throwing up (sometimes he didn't even get to try the food), he was shaking uncontrollably and asking Chuuya for forgiveness and was about to cry. Dazai hated himself.
"Don't be sorry Osamu It's fine." Chuuya hugged Dazai comforting him and waiting for Dazai to calm down. He put his coat on Dazai and held on to his hand. Making a circular motion on Dazai's palm with his thumb. It worked most of the time.
"It's not fine!" Dazai said with a shaky voice. Chuuya could feel a tear drop on his collarbone where Dazai has been hiding his face. "It will you work so hard on food for me and I don't even get to try it I just-" his voice trembled, " throw up." He explained with a pained voice. "And I know you're trying to help but I just-"
"I said It's fine. It is not your fault Dazai.", Chuuya replied sharply. That night they both fell sleep on the bathroom floor in each other's embraces.
Dazai comes over often since he can't cook. He doesn't even like spending his free time in his PM dorm, most of the time just sleeps there.
Chuuya just came back from the grocery store. Dazai was watching TV in Chuuya's room.
"Bastard, I knew you were gonna be here." Chuuya takes off his shoes and puts the grocery bags on the counter.
"You have better wi-fi, slug." Dazai noticed the bags filled with food. His recovery was going really well. He still had some struggle with eating but he wasn't throwing up now. He still hadn't confronted the fear of his most feared foods.
"Dazai?'' Chuuya glanced at the other boy sitting on the couch.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to try something new today?" Chuuya gave him a hopeful smile. Chuuya could feel Dazais disgust but nobody can really blame him for trying.
"Fine" Dazai was nervous but he really wanted to impress Chuuya and not let him down. He tried to ignore the petrified feeling.
"You know I'm not gonna force you, It's okay if not. I can just make you some pasta." Chuuya stated.
"I know but I want to" Dazai frowned. The red head sighed but couldn't resist smiling.
Chuuya gave Dazai a small bowl of some sort of salad and sat down in front of him. Chuuya of course didn't have some sort of a forceful gaze like Mori.
"I know you hate it when different condiments are mixed together but I thought we could start with the worst and then It'll get easier" Chuuya added. He could see that Dazai's breathing got more shaky.
Dazai has been staring at the bowl for a few minutes and not once Chuuya dared to speak. He was the most patient person he has ever met. Of course Chuuya had a temper but he was always being reasonable. He understood that this was terrifiying for Dazai.
Dazai slowly took the fork and was about to put some of the salad in his mouth. He was shaking and felt sick. He knew that he didn't have to do it. Chuuya didn't even have to tell him that. Dazai really tried.
"I'm sorry-" Dazai put down the fork and really tried not to break down. Chuuya quickly stood up and ran up to Dazai to hug him.
"Do not apologize, you did good." Chuuya explained. Dazai obviously didn't believe that.
"How about I put something else now? Or you don't want to do this anymore and just watch TV. I can cook you something that you can eat-"
"One more thing." Dazai felt confident now cause Chuuya said it would get easier.
"Alright.." Chuuya stroked Dazai's hair and then left with the bowl to bring someyhing in a can.
"Canned crab", he put the opened can on the table together with two forks and sat in front of Dazai again.
"If you like it I could cook it together with pasta later", he took hold of Dazais hand and smiled softly. He already noticed that Dazai was shaking again. "I can try it with you." Chuuya added.
"Okay..."
They both now had the forks close to their mouths and Dazai's eyes were focused on Chuuya, his hand squeezing Chuuya's hand.
"Do you want me to count?" Chuuya gave him a pleasant smile.
Dazai quickly nodded and didn't notice that he was squeezing Chuuya's hand harder.
1
2
3
And they were now eating crab together. Dazai shut his eyes while slowly chewing on the meat, still shaking. He swallowed the food and if he was frankly speaking it tasted really good. He didn't even get to open his eyes when Chuuya got up and hugged Dazai tightly.
"Are you... crying?" Dazai looked at Chuuya. He was confused. He didn't expect to see the blue eyes glossy.
"It's out of joy, Dazai" he laughed. He was so proud of Dazai. The brown haired boy was also proud of himself and he was euphoric about the fact that Chuuya was happy.
That's how crab became one of Dazai's comfort foods. He started trying out more stuff with Chuuya's help.
They wanted to even celebrate, for them it wasn't some small thing. It really meant a lot.
"Whiskey?" Dazai smirked
"I don't think so." Chuuya sharply replied and lifted up a water bottle.
"Fine, you are so lame" Dazai rolled his eyes but both of them couldn't resist laughing.