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December 29th Diary entry 9 There was something wrong with Dazai, other than the obvious he’s acting very strange. I guess I just didn’t notice it earlier but now that he’s staying over it’s pretty hard to miss
November 18th “My dog is such a good boy for showing me hospitality during the freezing winter! So nice to your owner!” Dazais sing song voice rang throughout Chuuyas penthouse and through Chuuyas mind like a cicada “Shut up asshole! You’re ;ucky Mori even suggested letting you stay here. If not you’d be freezing your ass off in your run down shipping container. Poor excuse of a home if you ask me” Dazai simply shoved his bags and jacket onto Chuuya and made his way to the guest bedroom. Dazai had memorized the layout of Chuuyas house like the back of his hand with his continuous break ins and the times he’d stayed the night over at Chuuyas after tiring missions. Chuuya grumbled but carried Dazais belongings to his temporary room for the next few months until spring. Dazai didn’t have many bags. He had a long gray weighted blanket he decided to carry as it couldn’t fit inside either of his two bags filled with the little amount of items and he owned and the coat he did have was a thick black winter coat that was arguably too big and was a hand me down from Odasaku when he saw Dazai out in the cold last winter in just his suit.
Chuuya threw the bags and Jacket into a corner before speaking “If you’re gonna stay here you are going to have to follow my rules” Dazai groaned before sitting up “One, I don’t ask for much just don’t destroy my house and clean up after yourself and two, I’ll be cooking all meals I don’t even want to see you near the oven, the microwave is fine under supervision” “Nakahara Chuuya! Do you think I’m 5?! I am able to cook-” “I’m gonna stop you there” Chuuya deadpanned for heading towards the door but stopping at the door frame “It's still early so I’m gonna get a head start on dinner so I’ll hopefully have it done by-” Chuuya pauses for a moment “It should be done by 7” “What are we having?” Dazai asks curiously “Whatever the hell I’m making” Chuuya leaves the guest bedroom and makes his way down to the kitchen, leaving Dazai to unpack. Dazai sat at the kitchen island scrolling on his phone as Chuuya finished dinner. Chuuya brought out curry and rice and sat it front of Dazai with a glass full of water “Why thank you Chuuya! My faithful dog never disappoints me!” “Shut up assface and eat your dinner!” Chuuya sat next to Dazai with his dinner to eat alongside with him as Dazai scarfed down his serving of curry and taking sips of water every few bites while Chuuya took his time, side eyeing Dazai when he’d hear the utensils scrape against the plate.
It was a quiet dinner besides from Dazais loud chewing and the occasional small talk. Dazai finished his dinner first and way before Chuuya and finished his water not long after. “I’m gonna go take a shower now” Dazai abruptly said as he got up and headed for the stairs but stopped on the first step. “Goodnight my loyal companion!” He cheerily said as he waved Chuuya goodnight before walking up to the bathroom.
December 18th. Diary entry 7 Dazai had been staying with me for one month so far and I don’t get why he switches up his entire routine the moment he stays with me. He usually takes showers before dinner at the bath house near his shipping container. Why do I guess he’s taking advantage of having a bathroom nearby? He never changes his routine so I don’t get why he’s changing it now.
They’re on the couch playing Mario kart as they wait for their food delivery from the Sushi place down the street to arrive as Chuuya needed to go grocery shopping and just didn’t feel like cooking today “No fair you’re cheating!” Chuuya yells as he lost the 5th game of the night “You can’t cheat in Mario Kart you moron! You just suck at the game!” “Rematch! I’m not losing!” 10 games later and Chuuya has not won a single one. His finger tips are turning red with how hard he is pressing the buttons and joycon “Are you done trying?” Dazai says in his usual sly cocky voice “Shut up” The doorbell rings and Dazai perks up. “Hatrack the food is here! Be a good boy and go get it!” “WHAT? Don’t piss me off Dazai! Or else you’ll be starving tonight!” Chuuya grumbled as he walked towards the door hearing Dazais snickers as he left for the food.
Chuuya returned with the bag and placed it on the coffee table where the two were playing Mario kart previously and he sat down next to Dazai who was waiting with anticipation to eat. “Those types of sharks can actually walk and breathe on land and withstand hot temperatures due to global warming- Chuuya are you listening to me?!” Dazai accuses Chuuya flinches and zones back in “Uhm yeah but I was just distracted… how did you get these?” Chuuya asks as he grabs Dazais hand and pulling it closer to see circular scars and cuts on Dazais knuckles which Dazai quickly pulled away “Has anyone ever taught you how to mind your own business? I scraped my knuckles against concrete earlier” “But you didn’t even go outside today, you don’t do anything-” Chuuya retorts “Wouldn’t you like to know. I’m gonna go shower. Goodnight” Dazai picked up his trash and dumped it in the trash before heading upstairs. Chuuya was confused, It’s rare that Dazai didn’t confuse him but this was different Chuuya went upstairs 5 minutes after Dazai to give him time to cool off He stood next to the door of the bathroom and sure he did hear the faucet running but he also heard gagging and retching ‘What the hell…’ Chuuya thought to himself as he stood outside of the door Without thinking, Chuuya opened the door to see Dazai with his fingers down his throat and gripping his stomach. Dazai immediately pulled his fingers out but that didn’t stop the flow of vomit that came after it Chuuya rushed to his side and pulled his hair back as he vomited but it stopped as fast as it started.
“Sorry Chuuya I just get sick a lot during the winter but have you ever heard of knocking?!” “Well maybe if you took your damn flu shot!” “Don’t dodge the question! That was a complete invasion of my privacy!” “It’s not my fault you don’t know how locks work!” “At least knock! Bad dog! Bad!” “Shut up and go to bed!” Dazai gets up from the floor and washes his hands before taking his leave to his bedroom. Leaving Chuuya alone with his thoughts in the bathroom that stunk of vomit. “Ew, he didn’t even flush.” Chuuya thought before flushing the toilet himself.
December 23rd. Diary entry 8 Dazai has been avoiding me for 5 days now. Usually he’d go out of his way to annoy the hell out of me but he hasn’t said a word to me ALL DAY. he didn’t even call me his Dog or something and I don’t know if he’s just being an ass or I did something wrong? If he’s trying to guilt trip for barging in on him like that's MY FAULT he doesn’t know how to lock a bathroom door, he took dinner up to his room like he’s a child or something and only brought the plate down an hour later!
It’s 1:35 am, Chuuya couldn’t sleep so he’s on the couch with the lamp on watching whatever reality trash is playing on tv. It was originally meant to be background sound but he ended up getting invested in the show. Dazais door creaks open and it’s not hard to miss as it's the only sound in the house besides from the low TV audio. Dazai walks downstairs with a bag in his hand and his breath hitches as soon as he sees Chuuya and he immediately stops in his tracks “Chuuya?! What the hell are you doing up” Dazai says defensively. He puts his hands behind his back as soon as he sees Chuuya on the couch “I couldn’t sleep- Why do YOU care?! This is MY house?! If anything, what are YOU doing?” “I’m going for a walk” “At 1 am?”
Chuuya questions him with a skepticism in his voice “Is there a problem with that Slug?” Dazai snaps with attitude “Can’t this wait until morning? And what the hell are you carrying-” Dazai doesn’t give Chuuya the time to finish his sentence for leaving through the front door. Chuuya groaned before putting his attention back on the TV but the episode had already concluded “I’m gonna kill that bastard one day…” Chuuya grumbled to himself before turning on netflix instead of channel browsing for the rest of the night and just decided to watch Brooklyn nine-nine, he was meaning to watch it anyways and just been putting it off so why not start now. Dazai came back home at 3 am, out of breath but now empty handed. Dazai doesn’t acknowledge Chuuya as he goes back upstairs to the guest bedroom Chuuya doesn't acknowledge Dazais presence as lays his head that’s aching confusion and worry down on the couch pillow and deciding to finally go to sleep.
January 3rd Diary entry 10 I can’t take this anymore, it’s eating away at me not knowing what’s going on with him. It's not like I care about him I I don’t know why I’m this worried about him I’m not worried. I’m just curious and Dazai has a meeting with his subordinates this afternoon so I should have some time to snoop while he’s gone. Hopefully he doesn’t find out. He probably will
Chuuya creeps into the guest room not sure of what he’s expecting to see as he hasn’t gone into the room since the day when Dazai arrived as he had thoroughly cleaned the room before the brunette's arrival. The room looked the same, the only difference was the dirty clothes in surprisingly the laundry bin and not on the floor and bed but other than that and the other additions to the room Dazai added like his hairbrush that was filled with hair “Should he have this much dead hair?” Chuuya thought to himself as he investigated the rest of the room to see a scale in the corner, Chuuya never imagined the other to care or to even think about his weight let alone own a scale but the room looks dead. Chuuya checked the drawers and only found a few boxes of laxatives which Chuuya just assumed was supplied by Mori, dressers and even his bag for anything that could indicate a clue of what was wrong with him but like clockwork he got nothing in return. Absolutely nothing until decided to take a peek under his bed, just for good measure right? Chuuya kneeled in front of the bed and bent down to be met with a foul smell
“What the fuck…” Chuuya thought as he reached his hand underneath to bring out a bag “Did Dazai keep these in bulk or something? It's the same bag he throws out almost every night. It's so weird. What's in this thing anyways” Chuuya complains and he pulls the bag out from underneath the bed and opens to find vomit, it was clear it’s what used to be the chicken from last night
What
The
Fuck
Chuuya thought as he immediately backed up from the bag and shove it back under the bed “Chuuya, who do you think you are going through my stuff?! You’ve basically ransacked my room!” Dazai says in a faux cheerful voice, one look at his face and you could tell he was seething as his eyebrows furrowed “You… You need help” Chuuya says as the pieces finally connect ‘oh God, his knuckles, the hair brush, the laxatives, the late night runs, his showers!’ “I don’t want help” “What do you mean… In order to recover you need to get help” “I don’t want to get better” Dazai says plainly as if it was an obvious fact “What? Dazai you could DIE I knew a girl in the sheep who was going through the exact the same thing I may not understand but-” “Chuuya drop it and mind your own business. I’m not getting help” Dazai leaves for a walk leaving his words in the air suffocating Chuuya and infecting his every thought like a parasite
January 4th Diary entry 11 Dazai hasn’t returned yet and I feel like I’m gonna vomit just thinking about what he might be doing I didn’t even notice he was losing weight or that he’d always eat a shit ton of food and spend an eternity in the bathroom afterwards but I thought It was just Dazai being Dazai he’s always had his weird quirks and I failed to miss this? I can’t force him to want to get better but I can also push him into it
January 5th “I was surprised when I saw you wanted to meet with me” Mori said from his chair rolling a pen in between his fingers as he spoke “What did you want to speak with me about?” Chuuya hesitated before he spoke, gulping down the doubt he has about his decision “It’s about Dazai”