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He never thought Ranpo could laugh so irritatingly loud. He had never really seen Ranpo drunk before and now he wishes to never see it again (He should’ve taken Yosano-sensei’s warning). His vision was all… sloppy. Then again he was face down on the bar table so all he was looking at was the mahogany wood.
“Urgh…” Maybe going out drinking was a bad idea. How did they even manage to drag him along? What time is it? Does it even matter to him anyways? God he hasn’t drank so much since… since…
Wait.
What was he thinking about?
“Can’t hold your drinks Dazai? You were so confident before.” The woman laughs as she leans down on her arms to look at him. She had a wide grin on her face that was honestly beginning to hurt her cheeks. Dazai barely even looked at her, he just tilted his head slightly to glance at her out of the corner of his eye. What the hell did he drink? He can barely tell if it’s Yosano or Ranpo in front of him. He’d never admit that out loud though.
“Akiko! Get us more shots!” The other throws his arms into the air dramatically. She scoffs as she turns to watch Ranpo and nudges his shoulder.
“Can’t buy your own drinks huh?” She teases as she waves over the bartender. Ranpo throws his hands into the air with pure excitement. God. Dazai never thought he’d be the first to be down out of the three… oh wait. His dumbass played a drinking game with Ranpo earlier. How did he forget that?
“You better get your boy toy to pay for this tab Ranpo.” She slides over a shot to Dazai before turning back to the other side. He wasn’t really included in the conversation anymore, and he could barely make out anything they said anyways.
He sluggishly patted his body for his phone, before realizing he in fact did not have his coat on. He groans as he reaches to the empty chair with the beige coat slumped over it. Was the chair that far away before? It couldn’t have been. Somehow every time he tried to reach his long just seemed not long enough.
“Ugh.” He groans before giving up his attempts. His arm slumps to his side in disappointment. Maybe he’ll just die here… well he can only hope. Yosano turns her head to the disgruntled sound, and raises a brow as she studied the brunet’s slumped over figure.
“Hm.” She says as she leans over him to check if he was awake. He wasn’t passed out but his eyelids were slightly drooping. Maybe they should call it a night…
“If Dazai isn’t gonna drink his shot can I?” Ranpo interjects her train of thought as he already leans his hand to grab the shot. She immediately caught his ‘sneaky’ attempt and waves her hand dismissively.
“Yeah yeah go ahead.” He grins as he quickly snatches it and downs the shot. She reaches for her phone laying on the counter and scrolls down her contacts before spotting the guy she was aiming for. The ring plays for a minute (annoyingly so) until she hears a click.
“Yosano-sensei? Why are you calling so late?”
“Come get your partner, he’s…” She leans to look at the man’s expression. “Drunk. He’s drunk.” She bluntly says as she reaches her hand to touch Dazai’s forehead. No fever, so he’ll be fine. Guess he just isn’t a happy drunk.
“Ah. Alright just send me the location, I’ll be there.” The woman hums in response as she sets her phone down. Ranpo looks up at her with a raised brow.
“Dazai bailing out already?” He questions as he hops off the stool to go look at Dazai’s face. Dazai grumbles at the attention and returns to his face down on the wood position. The other two glance at eachother knowingly before Yosano shrugs with a sigh.
“Caught him on a bad day I guess.” She offers as an answer. Honestly she doesn’t really know what’s up with Dazai. He’s an enigma, he always will be. But she’s gotten comfortable with that.
A few minutes pass and Kunikida steps into the bar. He easily spots the brunet slumped over the counter, especially with Yosano and Ranpo standing around him staring like he’s a fish in a tank. Ranpo tapping the counter with his finger is the equivalent of a kid tapping on the glass of a fish tank at the dentist.
“Is he passed out?” Yosano turns to the voice with a smile on her face. Kunikida walks past them to grab Dazai’s coat.
“Nah, just in a mood.” She says as she rests her hand on Dazai’s shoulder comfortingly.
“He’s on his period.” Ranpo says with a smirk.
“No- No he’s not.” Yosano sighs at his statement. He huffs in response before pouting slightly and returning to his act of pestering Dazai. Kunikida sighs also before gently pushing past Ranpo to reach Dazai. Yosano drags Ranpo as he whines that Kunikida ‘shoved’ him.
“Osamu.” He mumurs as he sets a hand on Dazai’s back, rubbing up and down as an attempt to comfort this ‘mood’ he was apparently in. “Let’s go home yeah?” He furrows his brow at the lack of response and brushes the messy curls from Dazai’s face. He looks back at Kunikida with a lazy gaze, with makes Kunikida offer him a small smile.
“There you are. C’mon honey.” Dazai’s face scrunches up at the petname, mumbling a “ew” under his breath. Kunikida scoffs in response as holds his arm to try and get him to stand up.
“You can pick and choose what I call you when your sober.” He sighs as Dazai sits up slightly just to lean against his chest. He huffs as he cups the top of Dazai’s head with his hand. He tilts his head to look at his tired expression.
“I wanna go home.”
“Then let’s go home love.”
By the time Dazai woke up it was bright outside… he must’ve slept in a lot. But to his surprise, when he looked up (from the peculiar sight of someone’s chest) he saw Kunikida’s face looking at him. ‘Creepy’ he thought before Kunikida’s face softened and a small smile spread across his face… ‘Okay nevermind not creepy.’
“Morning, how are you feeling?” Kunikida’s hands brush through the brunet curls that seemed to have a mind of their own at the moment. The action almost made Dazai scream… or squeal… whatever fits best.
“Uhm… like my head is exploding.” The other lets out a ‘hm’ as he reaches over and hands him a cup of water with medicine. ‘Wow, prepared.’ Honestly though, he doesn’t really want to sit up. He’d be fine with dying while laying on Kunikida’s chest.
Okay wow that sounds worse than he thought but that’s besides the point.
As if Kunikida could read his mind he sat up first, bringing Dazai to sit right between his legs. “Thanks…” he mumbles while grabbing the water. He wasn’t really a fan of medicine (for obvious reasons… well at least obvious to him) but he doesn’t really want to worry Kunikida at the moment and he hates the ringing headache he has at the moment. Kunikida watches him like you would watch a child around something it could swallow… except in this case Dazai had to actually swallow something.
“I don’t think it worked.”
“It hasn’t even been 5 seconds?” He raises a eyebrow at Dazai’s impatience, watching as Dazai drinks some of the water as well. Dazai hands back the water, and Kunikida places it on the nightstand.
“Are you hungry?” He asks as he wraps his arms around Dazai’s waist. ‘Not very sneaky’ Dazai thought, as if Kunikida wasn’t even trying to be secretive. The brunet sighs dramatically and tests Kunikida’s arm strength by leaning back.
“Nope.”
“Yeah I don’t believe that c’mon.” He scoffs as he attempts to get the two up from the bed. Dazai groans and leans all his weight onto Kunikida’s chest.
“’m not hungry.”
Kunikida eventually sighs and leans back on the headboard of the bed, scooping up Dazai into his arms and laying him in what he guesses is most likely more comfortable to him. Dazai sighs as he relaxes before suddenly sitting up, making Kunikida slightly jump in surprise.
“What’s wrong?”
“What about your schedule?”
The two stare of eachother before Kunikida lets out a sigh before chuckling.
“Don’t worry about that, you can go back to sleep.”
Dazai stares with reluctance before huffing and laying back on his chest.
“You’ll stay?” Dazai asks while looking up at him.
“I’ll stay. Always.”