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Chuuya sighed to himself as he scrolled through the endless catalog of an online shop, looking for something that could possibly satisfy him. Dazai went and ruined one of his throw blankets, so he brought it upon himself to search for a new one. He did demand for the brunette to buy him a new one, but he didn't trust him as far as he could throw him- which was pretty damn far.
However, he did pause in his scrolling when he spotted something. Weighted blankets? What the hell was a weighted blanket?
As it turned out, a quick Google search yielded that it was: a blanket with equally distributed weights. Very helpful. Still, he continued- that was on him, the name practically spoke for itself. Instead, he searched what they were used for. This time, he got more detailed results. To summarize, people mostly used them to help with sleep, anxiety, and pain. It also said it could help with other conditions, including PTSD and autism...
Chuuya didn't understand it. He manipulated gravity, after all. He could just do that with any household object, so he didn't see the appeal. But a lot of those categories applied to him- he often had trouble sleeping until the point of exhaustion, he dealt with stress (no thanks to a certain detective), and PTSD and autism were things he'd been diagnosed with too, so... Maybe it was worth trying? If he didn't like it, he could just return it.
Yeah, he could return it- he reasoned with himself, clicking the order button.
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The box that the blanket came in was unreasonably heavy. He honestly didn't think the weight he picked out was that much, but trying to carry it in without his ability was a bit difficult. He heaved as he set the thing on the floor, suddenly feeling like his teenage self all over again, before all the strength training. Really, it wasn't that heavy- it had no right to feel that heavy. It definitely didn't feel like it when he opened it up and picked up a corner of the blanket.
The thing was separated into square sections, each filled to the brim with what felt like beads. Something in the back of Chuuya's brain purred at the sensation, and it'd be embarrassing to admit that he spent almost half an hour just messing with the pouch instead of taking the blanket out of the box properly. He slowly pulled the rest out like it was a rope, not wanting to go through the struggle of carrying the entire thing again.
As much as he wanted to immediately try it out, he wanted to wash it first. So, unfortunately, he did.
The blanket ended up sitting untouched in his bedroom for weeks. It's not that he didn't want to use it, he just didn't have time after that instance to sit down and relax. It wasn't until one particular night that Chuuya finally had a chance to.
The redhead tossed and turned in his bed, undoubtedly fucking up his hair for the morning in the process. He couldn't sleep. No matter what he tried, his limbs felt restless, urging him to get up and do something despite his mind screaming that he was tired. He would find a comfortable position, and think he was finally falling asleep... Only for the persistent itch in his legs to come back and he would squirm again.
Chuuya whined, his sleepiness having lured him into regression. He fell into a useless fit of how it wasn't fair he couldn't sleep, and how his body should shut up and listen. Of course, his body didn't do that, and the corners of his eyes pricked with tears. Chuuya Nakahara, the gravity manipulator of the Port Mafia, was cranky. That'd make anyone in their right mind do a double-take.
Then, his brain shifted to the weighted blanket in his closet. It was supposed to help with sleep, so... Maybe?
With clumsy movements, the redhead crawled out of bed and stumbled over to his closet, falling backward in his effort to pull out the blanket in question. It was a little scary because of how dark it was, but other than that it was fine! He threw the blanket onto the bed and then himself along with it, curling up into a ball before finally draping it over himself.
It was nice. Really nice. Chuuya wasn't exactly a fan of restraints- they always ended up causing some kind of subconscious reaction in him- but the blanket somehow did it pleasantly. The weight urged his limbs to calm down, almost like a lullaby for his body. Chuuya yawned, the tears at the corner of his eyes dripping down from exhaustion, accompanied by a content sniffle. He didn't have any memories of being swaddled as a kid, obviously, but... This is what he imagined it would feel like.
Earlier, he didn't know what to do with his limbs, but the blanket seemed to just make them fall into place. And his stupid baby brain always wanted to be coddled, yet it became strangely silent.
Chuuya began to absentmindedly fidget with the beads inside as he drifted off, almost like a cat kneading its nest. Maybe he should get one for Dazai too... It was definitely a worthwhile investment.