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Dazai has always loved to ‘joke’ around about suicide, and make off-handed comments about it. But chuuya definitely wasn’t expecting— this—. Not in a million years. Especially not on a fucking saturday.
Chuuya had just wanted to get up, get the mackerel, and go to the headquarters. But no. Here he is, standing in the doorway of this godforsaken shipping container, face to face with dazai.. who was currently bleeding out on the floor. “Jesus fuck dazai!” He exclaimed and rushed over.
He can deny and deny how much he cares for dazai on any other day, but he wouldn’t even bother when his partner- work or not-, was actively bleeding out. Chuuya crouched down and yanked the knife, hidden by dazai beforehand, away from the younger male before letting out a long groan and throwing it away. “You fucking idiot!” The redhead exclaimed.
The whole time, dazai had been silent. Watching. He wasnt dead, or asleep, or anything. He was just incredibly silent. Silent to the point it was sickening. Any normal person would’ve been crying, from pain, or other, but dazai wasn’t. It was unnerving. Well, would be, if chuuya wasnt used to dazai’s dehumanizing.
“Answer me stupid mackerel! Insult me or something! You’re just too fucking quiet!” He growled. “Woww~ my chibi finds me bleeding out, and he cares more about the fact im not insulting him~?” “Shut it!” Chuuya lifted the other up quickly and startes to storm out. God knows what type of infection the younger could gain from having open wounds exposed to the dirty walls and floor of an abandoned shipping container. One hes 99% sure has mold somewhere.
Chuuya knows a rational decision would be to bring him to a hospital, but they probably wouldn’t take to well to two mafiosos, hell, two executives, and he also didnt wanna deal with questioning if the doctors saw any of dazais scars, it wouldn’t be fun. And dazai hates hospitals anyway. So, he takes the second best option. His place. Mori may be a doctor, but dazai hates mori too. And chuuya doesnt wanna deal with dazai pestering him about it.
Thankfully, chuuya is able to run pretty fast even without his ability- due to it being nullified by the boy on his back- and made it to his place within 10 minutes, give or take. After arriving, chuuya wastes no time to draw a bath and toss dazai in. Clothes and all. And dazai made his distaste very clear. “Chibi! This is so mean! Dogs shouldn’t treat their owners this way!” Dazai whined, as he stripped his jacket off at the very least. “Well im not gonna see you nude nor let you bathe alone, after the stunt you pulled.” Chuuya muttered as he grabbed bandages, disinfectant, cotton balls, and the like.
“Be happy you keep your dignity intact.” The redhead continued, “it could be worse.” He grabbed water and forcefully washed dazais arm- to which those actions earned a displease whine and a “chibi is so mean!” As he grabbed the cotton balls and washed the cut up, before putting some disinfectant on. “I dont fucking care. Nor do i know how you put your stupid bandages on, so you get to do it.” He threw the bandages at dazai, not caring if they were to get wet.
Dazai caught them, and got out of the water. “My clothes~ chuuya-kun is gonna have to give me clothes then!” Dazai smirked as chuuya scowled and stomped off, not before returning just as quickly with clothes. “Get changed, dressed, whatever, and dry, then come to the living room. I will know if you try anything.” Chuuya mumbled before stepping out.
It didnt take long for dazai to return. He was now dressed in some black sweats, a grey shirt, and some white socks. Chuuya was- admittedly,- relieved to see the younger hadnt tried anything while he gave him privacy. “Chuuya~~” Dazai attempted his usual teasing but chuuya didnt listen, he was, oddly, still thinking about the scene he had just seen in the shipping container. He- for reasons he doesnt know- (or is just unwilling to admit) felt.. sick. Upset.
“Chuuya?” Dazai’s voice had lost its teasing and he sounded actually serious- for once!- and chuuya snapped to look at him. “What?” He growled. “Ah there chibi is! Thought i lost you there!” Dazai clasped his hands together. Not unlike he had seen mori do, chuuya thought. But knocked the thought away.
“Shut it.” Chuuya rolled his eyes and pushed dazai onto the couch. “I dont trust you not to fuck up anything today. Ill call boss and tell him we’re having a day off. You are gonna rest today- i hate you- but not enough to wish a death upon you that isnt caused by me.” Chuuya crossed his arms. “Awee~ chibi cares!” Dazai smiled slyly. “But do you have to? I wouldn’t want my dog wasting breath talking to slimy mori..” dazai pouted.
“How the fuck do you manage to insult me and compliment me at the same time in one sentence!?” Chuuya groaned. This was gonna be one long hell of a day.