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The brunette groaned, shoving his face in the pillow in an attempt to relieve his pain. Dazai lazily opened one eye as he heard the front door open, listening to their boyfriend call out for him.
“Oi mackerel, I've got your meds. Where are you?” Chuuya yelled, making sure he could be heard anywhere in the house. He heard shuffling from upstairs, confirming where his partner was.
Chuuya quickly took his shoes and jacket off, before grabbing the drugstore bag and heading for the stairs. When he finally made it to the bedroom, he knocked softly before walking in.
He was met with a sight that would be cute, if the boy in question wasn't suffering. Chuuya felt his eyes soften as he walked up to the bed. The covers were a mess, and Dazai was in a position that he was sure was uncomfortable.
The younger man moaned, opening both eyes and watching as his partner slowly sat on the edge of the bed. Dazai whimpered softly as the cramps kicked back in. Chuuya’s frown deepened as he reached out to softly pet his boyfriend's head.
“Hey baby. You wanna take some midol? It'll help.” Chuuya spoke gently, trying to coax his lover into taking something for his pain. He knew his partner had bad experience with medication, so it was always a pain to get him to take anything.
Dazai mumbled something, before shaking his head and slowly loosening his grip on the sheets. Chuuya slowly pulled Dazai up, holding him in a sitting position.
“Mmm….Chibiiiii I hate this.” Dazai pouted, his arms still tightly crossed over his stomach.
“I know love, but you gotta take something for it. How about this? If you work with me, we can watch some True Crime TV and I'll speak French to you, okay?”
Chuuya knew he was playing dirty. Dazai always melted whenever he pulled that card. He loved watching documentaries and seeing if he could accurately guess who was the suspect in the case. Add in that he loves when Chuuya speaks French and Dazai’s will just melts.
Dazai closed their eyes in a false thinking face, humming thoughtfully.
“Hmmm fine. Chibi better make it worth it, though!” Dazai said, enthusiastic despite their current situation. Chuuya chuckled before replying.
“Yeah yeah, now take this.” Chuuya said, grabbing the bag and pulling out a pill container and a bottle of water. He saw Dazai cringe out of the corner of his eye, but ignored it. He turned back around, and was greeted by a very annoyed Dazai. Chuuya rolled his eyes before handing Dazai two pills.
He watched as Dazai downed the pills, his nose scrunching up quite adorably(but he would never admit that) and looking expectantly at Chuuya. Understanding what he wanted, Chuuya grabbed the water bottle and handed it to his boyfriend.
Dazai drank from the bottle, before deciding he had enough and shoving it back towards Chuuya.
Chuuya scoffed and set the bottle on the bedside table.
“I'm gonna grab the remote. One sec.” Chuuya said, getting up to grab the TV remote on the desk across the room. Dazai could immediately feel the loss of heat, having to hold back a displeased noise.
Dazai watched lazily from the bed as Chuuya walked over and did as he said. He made a small triumphant noise when he found it, walking back over to his partner. Nudging him gently, Chuuya got behind Dazai, wrapping his arms around his thin waist.
Chuuya shoved his face into Dazai's dark curls, sighing immediately. He inhaled, identifying the faint scent as Dazai's favorite strawberry shampoo.
“Chuu! Come on!” Dazai whined, shaking Chuuya out of his stupor. Chuuya rolled his eyes in false annoyance before responding.
“Well, you gotta tell me what you want first.” Chuuya stated matter-of-factly. Dazai huffed, causing his cheek to puff out softly.
“I want Chuuya to talk to me!” Dazai demanded in a whiny tone. Chuuya could've made Dazai try again, but he decided to be nice today.
*“Comme ça, mon amour? Est-ce que tu aimes ça, chérie?” Chuuya spoke in a loving tone, eyes softening and lips curling in a sweet smile.
*(Like this, my love? Do you like this, darling?)
Dazai gasped softly, his lips parting and his eyes widening slightly. Chuuya watched and laughed as Dazai's cheeks flushed a bright red, comparable to strawberries.
Chuuya chuckled, watching as Dazai's eyes crinkled when he smiled. Dazai could understand French, but could not speak it. They always thought it was such a pretty language, one of romance and passion.
So when he found out Chuuya could speak French, he was amazed. This flustered Chuuya as Dazai told him all about how he loved the language and demanded he speak it to him.
“What do you want me to say next?” Chuuya inquired quietly, still staring at the boy’s beautifully flustered face. Dazai mumbled something vague, but Chuuya heard him. He laughed before complying with Dazai's wishes.
*“Mon amour est si beau, n'est-ce pas? N'es-tu pas joli, Osamu?”
*(My love is so beautiful, aren't you? Aren't you pretty, Osamu?)
Dazai giggled, his cheeks a pretty red. Chuuya smiled and placed his hand on top of his partner’s stomach. Dazai gasped lowly, before grasping Chuuya's hand with their own.
And they stayed there, exchanging sweet words and small smiles. Long into the night, they stayed together, cuddled up so close it'd be hard to separate one from the other.
The two men loved each other, that was well known. But moments like this? This was just for them.