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— Who the hell calls someone in the middle of the night? People are sleeping at that time! — Dazai complained, but wasn't sleeping, Quite the opposite, was walking around his living room while he ate scrambled eggs because he didn't want to eat while sitting.
Osamu's insomnia was specially unbearable that day, which he hated because he had to be up by 8AM to start work at 9AM. His mood already wasn't the best because of that, and some unknown number calling him at that time didn't help.
However this number could be known, Dazai thought. He had the terrible habit of not saving anyone's contact, and if someone was calling him in the middle of the night it must be important, right?
— Hello? — he picked up reluctantly, and was surprised when he heard someone sniffing on the other side of the line.
— Hi, I know it's 1AM, but can I stay the night at your place? You are the only person in this town that I have the contact.
It took a while, but Dazai soon recognized the voice as Nakahara Chuuya's, his new coworker that got hired a few months before. He couldn't say they got along well, but they didn't hate each other either. It was Osamu who trained the new hire on what he needed to do, and vaguely remembered giving him his number — though he never got any calls or texts before. But why the hell would he call asking to stay the night? And at 1AM, on top of that.
— Did something happen? It's because it's late, and...
— Look — he got cut off —, I am on the street just with the clothes on my body and my phone, which by the way only has 17% battery. I don't have money on me to stay in a hotel. I never talked to you outside of work, and a good chunck of that conversations is us pecking each other for any reason. If I wasn't desperate I would never call you. So, please, can I stay the night?
The abrupt answer caught Dazai by surprise. Sure, it made sense for Chuuya to be desperate, but he couldn't understand how the other ended up in a situation like that so late at night. Did he lose his keys? Or got robbed? A lot of questions flew around Dazai's mind, but he was sure of one thing; he wouldn't let the other stay in that situation.
— Okay, you can stay here. I'll text you the address.
— Thank you.
The call was ended by Osamu and he texted Chuuya's number his address. He also remembered to save his contact — "what if he robs my apartment while I sleep?", is what he thought.
It took around twenty minutes until the intercom rang, and during this time he was arranging the couch for the other to sleep. Dazai answered, confirmed that it really was the red head and opened the gate. It took another minute until Chuuya got to his apartment, and when he did, Osamu was surprised. Nakahara was wearing pajamas and slippers, in addition to his face being a little swollen and his eyes red, and with literally nothing else other than his phone. It didn't look like a robbery or loss of keys situation, like he imagined.
Dazai did a quick tour around his apartment, pointing at what was each door — it was a small apartment with two bedrooms, so it really was quick — and in the end telling Chuuya to call him if he needed and that he could feel at home. Just a soft "thank you" could be heard in response. There was a moment of silence, until Nakahara asked if he could take a shower, which the brunette said he could and that he would leave a few clothes and a towel next to the door for him.
Chuuya went to the bathroom, while Dazai went to his room to pick some pajamas. He searched for the smallest one he had, but any of them would be large in the end, so he just picked the most comfortable one. He also grabbed underwear, because even if he hated the idea of sharing his underwear, he understood it was an emergency. He left everything by the bathroom door along with a charger, and thought that probably Chuuya would feel more comfortable if he thought the brunette was asleep, so he knocked on the door to warn the red head he was going to sleep, got in his room and turned off the lights.
Of course Dazai wasn't going to sleep, the insomnia was still there, and even if he used the excuse that "it was for Chuuya's comfort", Osamu also didn't want to deal with that situation. What would he say? They weren't close, they never even talked outside of the work enviroment before that situation, and the red head clearly wasn't in the mood to explain the reason why he was in his house at 1AM.
He stayed hours going through TikTok, Twitter, Instagram, Youtube, and repeating. During this time he could hear Chuuya crying softly, like he didn't want to be heard, but his walls were thin. Another theories started going through Osamu's mind. Did he still live with his parents and got kicked out? Or lived with his girlfriend and she kicked him out? Maybe he got evicted for not paying rent?
Whatever it was, he wasn't going to find out soon. And it already was 5AM, so it was better for him to stop using his phone and try to sleep at least a little.