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Dazai gently placed his hand on Chuuya's shoulder, causing 'No Longer Human' to activate. Chuuya's eyes immediately returned to normal after contact, and the red markings on his skin disappeared.
He quickly caught himself on Dazai before he fell forward, his annoyed expression soon returning to his face when the first thing he saw after using corruption was Dazai. On the opposite end, the brunette just chuckled, wrapping his arms around the shorter one.
"Let go of me-" Chuuya struggled to get away, due to his lack of strength after using corruption. "If you say so!" Then he let go, causing Chuuya to faceplant straight into the ground. There was a long silence until Chuuya lifted his face up.
"... Kill yourself-" "Yes, yes, spare your affectionate words for later, I still need to bring you back to my apartment." "What- Why your apartment?!" Chuuya questioned, clearly dissatisfied. "Because yours is further away, you don't actually have the key with you, and you switched the lock since last time I surprise visited you..." Dazai mumbled the last part, sounding salty.
"I'm surprised your 'super smart self' wasn't able to figure it out," Chuuya continued onto what Dazai clearly didn't want to talk about. "Okay well you never change the locks when I do that, you did that time, how was I supposed to know?"
"Yeah yeah whatever, you're acting like I was supposed to welcome you in with open arms after you break into my apartment," Chuuya argued, forgetting about the current situation. "Of course you are! I'm your dearest partner!~ And for the record I didn't break in, I invited myself over without your permission."
"That isn't much better- And you aren't anything close to dear to me, so shut it." Dazai dramatically gasped, "How could you?! I'm so hurt Chuuya!" He places a hand on his chest to emphasize his pain.
"Oh whatever, you're acting like a child. Now can you actually help?" He says, obvious hints of annoyance sprinkled throughout his tone. "Right, of course!" Dazai said in his usual exaggerated cheery tone.
Dazai picked Chuuya up bridal style, holding him close. "I- What are you doing?!-" "I'm holding you!" Dazai says with a proud smile. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock. I mean you don't normally pick me up like this, you usually carry me on your back." Chuuya says, his voice a little quieter, slowly growing more embarrassed of the situation.
"And we don't normally go to my apartment," Dazai replies, keeping a calm smile on his face. "That doesn't really make sense but okay..." Chuuya mumbled, suspiciously looking at Dazai.
Along the way, Chuuya was forced to hold his arm around Dazai's neck, due to his arms being cramped from the position they were in. An angry expression on his face, though the tint of pink on his cheeks was from anything but anger.
-At Dazai's place-
Dazai shut the front door to his place with the back of his foot, carefully laying Chuuya down on his couch. "You really outdone yourself this time, not even getting to hit me in some kind of way." Dazai chuckled softly, the moment they entered his apartment he turned off his usually cheery and overly loud front.
Now his voice was calm, a different kind of calm. No the kind of when he's speaking to people in the agency, or to anyone in this matter. It's the type when he's alone with Chuuya. "You always take longer than you should before nullifying my ability, so you're half to blame," Chuuya said, still sounding annoyed but it's toned down, maybe due to his tired state.
"You're beautiful when you use corruption, I like to take some extra time to watch you from afar!" "What?!- Quit saying weird stuff," Chuuya grumbled, still lying on the couch while Dazai was doing something in the kitchen.
Dazai sighed but he was smiling, a few moments later he walked over to Chuuya, placing a mug of hot tea on the coffee table beside him. Then he began to take off some layers of Chuuya's clothing. Starting with the hat, then his coat, and so on. Leaving him in his white button-up and black pants. Then he took the clothes and placed them in the washing machine.
Chuuya didn't really have a reaction to it, this is what usually happened when they went back to his apartment, though this time it was Dazai's.
There was this usual silence between them, but it was a comfortable one. It wasn't awkward or uneasy. It was kind of like relaxing music, no words, no loud noises, just a quiet, calming atmosphere.
It was unusually clean, usually, there were clothes scattered around here and there, some cans, and dishes, stuff like that. But it was clean. Not too much, there were still messed up blankets on the couch, Dazai's reading glasses on the table, a few books piled up on the table, and some document files on it as well. But that was nice, it wasn't too tidy, and it suited Dazai.
Chuuya also took notice of the mug placed on the table by Dazai, he could faintly see the steam rising out of it, and it was also his favorite mug. Chuuya ends up at Dazai's place more often than he'd like to admit, and he's had a hot drink here quite a few times. Sometimes actually coming in when Dazai wasn't home, cleaning up a bit. But he never would admit that to Dazai.
As Chuuya was looking around he heard footsteps, Dazai's of course. He walked up to the ginger, kneeling down beside him. "I think I need to clean you up." He sighed and shook his head a little. "Right now? I don't feel like moving..." Chuuya groaned, but he knew he would have to sooner or later.
"Yes, and plus, you can get my couch dirty with your blood!" Dazai giggled, swooping Chuuya up into his arms once more and bringing him to the bathroom, setting him down on the side of the bathtub.
"Do you want me to leave?" Dazai asked, his eyes looking around a bit before locking back into eye contact with Chuuya's. "... You know I can't clean myself like this right now you mackerel," Chuuya muttered, annoyed to admit it.
"Ah yes! How could I forget!" Dazai chuckled, then he turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it warms up. "You know, I'm a little surprised you haven't knocked out by now, you must be exhausted," Dazai commented. "I just didn't wanna wake up in dried blood and dirty clothes, so I'm trying my best not to snooze off right now," Chuuya answered, his tone already seeming quieter.
Then, Dazai began to take Chuuya's clothes off, careful not to accidentally scratch one of his newly-formed wounds.
After that, he plugged the bath and let it start to fill. "I don't like taking baths when I have to wash the blood off, it mixes in with the water, you know that," Chuuya said, his tone lacking the usual anger when he spoke to Dazai.
"It'd be hard to wash you in the shower without me getting in, I already took a shower this morning." Chuuya sighed, then got into the bathtub once he noticed the water was nearing the top, Dazai turned the faucet off.
Once Chuuya got inside the bathtub Dazai rolled his sleeves up to keep them from getting wet. "I'll try to be careful, tell me if I accidentally hurt you, 'kay?" Chuuya nodded in response, his knees up to his chest at the moment.
Dazai gently pushed Chuuya's upper body down, only Chuuya's head above water. He carefully washes away the dried blood off of Chuuya's body, being extra careful when around the wounds.
It all washed away pretty easily, though there were some deep wounds, bruises, and little cuts on Chuuya's body. Dazai frowned a little, Chuuya always hid his pain, no matter how bad it hurt. By the time he was done, Chuuya was almost falling asleep.
"Hey Chu, I gotta wash your hair now, you can't be falling asleep!" Dazai booped Chuuya's nose as he was barely paying attention to his words, busy trying to stay awake. Chuuya groaned but after a few moments, he slid under the water, wetting his hair.
A few seconds later he came back up, looking at Dazai, waiting for him to do the rest. A small smile appeared on the brunette's face, but he quickly got to work, putting some shampoo on Chuuya's hair and massaging it gently into his ginger locks.
They didn't speak or communicate in any way, this was normal for them. They didn't need to speak, they were just enjoying being in the presence of one another.
--Later bc idk what else to write here--
Dazai had already dressed Chuuya in his Pyjamas, though they were a bit big for Chuuya, they were at least comfortable. They both lay down next to each other, Dazai hugged Chuuya while the ginger snuggled his head into the brunette's chest.
"Hey Chu, I made you tea not long ago, do you want it right now?" "Mmm, no, I don't want it right now." He answered, his voice a little muffled. "Alright, I'm too comfortable to get it right now anyway-" Dazai laughed a little, hugging Chuuya a little tighter.
"... Actually, I think I do want some tea right now-"