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The first thing Chuuya heard when he entered his apartment was… silence.
Odd, the mackerel would never be so quiet unless he was up to something.
He first checked the bathroom and both bedrooms, making sure his stupid partner didn’t die or something while he was at work. Doing both of their work.
He leaves the room with a tsk, Dazai must be out. Drinking with his new buddies, or something.
Now, Chuuya wasn’t jealous or anything. It was good that the mackerel finally got himself some friends other than Chuuya. He just wished he went out less. Chuuya got too used to the house being loud now, wth Dazai's clumsy ass always making some kind of noise and bothering him with his stupid bets and such. It felt too empty now, without the annoying idiot. That bastard.
Well, whatever. It was a good thing he wasn’t here. Chuuya was already stressed out, if he was here too, Chuuya might’ve just exploded from the stress.
Entering his room, he opened his closet door for more comfortable clothes, not wanting to be in his dirty work clothes any longer. Grabbing a change of clothes, he saw his plushie, hidden away in a corner.
He considered the idea.
Well, Dazai wouldn't be here anytime soon so he didn't have to worry about inconveniencing him this time. Maybe he could let go for a little while.
Chuuya grabbed his plush, bringing her close to his chest. He already felt better, he hadn’t had the time to relax lately.
The clothes suddenly felt suffocating against his skin. Quickly changing into a comfortable tee and sweatpants, he grabbed his plushie again and made his way out the bedroom.
He stopped while passing by the other’s room.
Chuuya has worn Dazai’s clothes before. They always felt so much more comfortable, even better than his own clothes.
He paused for a minute, thinking. Dazai wouldn’t know if he quickly borrowed one of his hoodies, right?
Chuuya walked into Dazai’s room, going straight to his closet to find something good enough to steal borrow. He didn’t bother checking if the brunette could see, he was out anyway.
Whatever, Chuuya thought to himself, bitter. He finally found what he wanted: an oversized red hoodie, it was already a bit big on Dazai.
Which meant when Chuuya wore it, he was absolutely swimming in it.
He took a moment to run his hands over the fabric soothingly, it was so soft and comfortable, and it smelled like Dazai too. It made him feel smaller, comforted by the scent of his caregiver and holding his favorite plushie in his arms. He really wished Dazai was here too. He was so kind to Chuuya and even held him, watched tv with him, let Chuuya sit on his lap while Dazai helped him eat…
Suddenly Chuuya heard the door unlock. Before he could get up and panic, though, he heard his partner announce his presence loudly. Chuuya sighed in relief. It was just Dazai.
Wait, Dazai’s back??
Panic surged through him, and before he could scramble to take off the hoodie to shove it back to where it came from, Dazai’s in the doorway and staring at him.
He's in trouble now.
He must be, because he took something from Dazai without asking for permission. Dazai must be so mad at him right now, but Chuuya can’t bring himself to look him in the eyes.
He shouldn’t have come back so soon. Chuuya thought he had time to enjoy being comfy before he came back. This is so unfair.
“S-Sorry… ‘m sorry,” he barely manages an apology, tears pooling in his eyes.
Dazai rushes over instantly to comfort him. He didn’t expect Chuuya to start crying instantly. He didn’t even think it was a big deal -Chuuya looked cute in the ridiculously oversized hoodie- but apparently his little didn’t think so.
“Hey- Baby, it’s fine….” he attempts to console the sobbing redhead. Chuuya's crying as if he got caught committing a crime rather than just wearing a borrowed hoodie from his partner. “I’m not mad Chuu, it’s okay.” Dazai tries his best to assure him, not exactly knowing how to comfort the now-younger. He settled next to Chuuya, pulling him into his lap.
Chuuya has calmed down a bit, not quite panicking , the sobs lessening into small cries as he still tries to stutter out apologies. Dazai leans snack to see Chuuya's tear-stained face. “There you are,” he pulls his sleeve over his hand, wiping the tears off Chuuya's face with it. “You’re allowed to wear my clothes if you want, Puppy. Plus, you look even smaller in them~” Dazai teases, running his hand up and down the little’s back comfortingly. Chuuya (attempts to) glare to voice his displeasure against the obvious height jab, despite the shy smile spreading on his face. He melts back into the other’s embrace once again, hiding his face in the crook of Dazai’s neck.
Chuuya had planned to watch a movie tonight, but the living room seems so far away now and he doesn’t want to get up and walk all the way there. it sounds like such a hassle, and he’d rather stay in Dazai’s warm, safe lap forever. He feels so tired after crying, he could sleep for a decade.
Much to his chagrin, he’s being moved after a few minutes. He whined, clinging onto Dazai. He didn’t want to move. He just wanted to rest.
“Shh, i’m just getting a snack for us Chuu,” Dazai explained, picking him up and walking to the kitchen. Chuuya couldn’t keep up anymore, so he tucked his head back to Dazai’s neck, lulled to sleep with every step.
He was rudely awoken by Dazai moving him once again, this time placing him across his lap as he sat down on the couch.
“I reheated some soup for you, baby. You must be hungry, hm?” Now that Dazai said it, Chuuya does feel hungry. He nodded. Dazai was so smart.
Dazai scooped a spoonful and brought it to the little’s mouth carefully, taking extra care to not spill over the couch cushions. Adult Chuuya would have his head if he did.
The warm soup settled comfortably in his tummy, getting sleepier with how comfortable he felt. Chuuya turned his head away after a while, he didn’t want to eat anymore.
“That’s okay, you ate enough, Puppy.” Dazai discards the half-empty bowl on the coffee table, pushing Chuuya’s plushie into his arms (when did he pick that up?) as he pulled a blanket over both of them. Chuuya sighed, content. He shut his eyes, leaning into his caregiver’s embrace.
Chuuya fell asleep within minutes.