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Chuuya was sitting at a bar beside Hirotsu and a few other mafia members, everyone but Hirotsu had been drinking of course, which included Chuuya.
The ginger took out his phone as he drank his wine from the glass, an annoyed look on his face as he turned on his phone and began fidgeting with it to get it to the contacts.
Only to hit the contact “Mackerel” and call.
“Shitty bastard hurry up ‘n answer..” The ginger grumbled impatiently after the first ring.
Another.
And Another.
And Another.
“Stupid Bandaged Bastard!-” Chuuya yelled out in a slur, causing the others to glance over to him.
Just as he yelled and everyone looked over, the phone was picked up.
“What’s up, Slug?” Dazai’s voice echoed through the phone that’s held to the ginger’s ear.
Within a few seconds, Chuuya began to insult the other through the phone, his voice slurred to a hilarious amount in the brunet’s eyes.
Stupid..
Shitty..
Womanizing..
Bastard..
“Chuuya, how much have you drunk?” Dazai asked with a light chuckle.
“Two.” The ginger growled out, putting his drink down.
“Give the phone to Hirotsu” The brunet spoke with a hum.
Chuuya huffed, shoving the phone into Hirotsu’s hand. “Here.”
“Hello, Dazai-san,” The gray haired man said.
“Hey Hirotsu, how many glasses has Chuuya had?” Dazai hummed out his question, already having a guess on how many glasses the ginger had, and it was way over two.
“He’s had an entire bottle,” Hirotsu said.
Dazai sighed out dramatically. “Knew it, I’ll come get him”
“Come- on-” Dazai spoke with a bit of struggle, lifting Chuuya up into his arms. The ginger was completely dead weight in his arms..
The ginger huffed a bit and buried his face down into the brunet’s chest, mumbling something incoherently.
“I know you want more, but you’re not getting anymore” The brunet spoke, carrying the other out the bar.
“Osamu..” Chuuya murmured.
Dazai let out a soft exhale, hearing Chuuya say his given name at any point in time was always a soft spot with him.
“Don’t even-” Dazai huffed out, holding the ginger closer as he carried him.
Dazai finally managed to get Chuuya home, bathed, dressed in silky soft pajamas, and finally tucked into the bed beside him.
The ginger slowly shifted into the side of the other, snuggling his face against the side of the brunet’s chest while wrapping his arm over the other’s stomach. “Night.. ‘samu” Chuuya slurred.
“Yeah yeah.. Night” The brunet spoke softly, tracing soft patterns across the other’s arm.