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Chuuya was curled into a fetal position, and Dazai’s head laid on his side. They had a heated blanket laid over both of them.
Dazai groaned, “Ugghhh slugggggg-” He winced, as the cramps somehow got worse. It was hell, and he just had to face it.
“You’re not the only one suffering right now, asshole.” Chuuya rolled his eyes, though he had felt bad for Dazai. Chuuya never experienced cramps, but his hips would hurt like someone was splitting them in two. So he never was able to run or walk without pain. “Stop whining”
Dazai weakly ‘hit’ him. “You’re so mean! I’m bleeding and you aren’t even helping me!!” Though he was bleeding, Chuuya had done a lot to help. He got them both heating pads and blankets, gave Dazai a midol, and was literally hanging out with him since he knew emotions tend to run high during this.
“I quite literally am helping you!” Chuuya argued.
“Nuh uh!” Dazai almost yelled, quickly regretting it when his cramps tensed again. “AUGgghhhh Chuuyaaaa- I’m dyinggggg-” He groaned and complained.
Chuuya almost laughed, but just grunted, “Serves you right- Ungrateful bastard…” Despite saying that, he scooted, leaving Dazai flat on the bed. And then sat up, even when it felt as if his hips were getting a divorce and tearing apart- He leaned forward, and began to knead Dazai’s lower stomach like a cat, right over the heating pad.
After a moment, Dazai physically relaxed, but didn’t say anything, decidingly choosing to watch tiktok. Chuuya’s back began to hurt from leaning forward on the bed while sitting criss-cross, but it was almost worth it to see Dazai not suffer. He winced when his back half-throbbed, and Dazai noticed. “You can stop now, stupid slug.” Chuuya stopped, turned so he would be parallel with Dazai, and flopped down. Sighing with relief when he was laying flat on his back. “Stupid Chibi...” Dazai insulted, but scooted close to Chuuya.
“Lazy Mackerel.” Chuuya said back, though he moved his arm and Dazai laid on it, effectively using him as a pillow.
“Not my fault my uterus killed itself before I could”
“Still lazy! Mine did too and you don’t see me complaining!”
“LIAR! Last month all you did was cry and complain! I had to take care of your whiny-ass for like- 5 days!?”
Dazai was right, last month it was really bad for Chuuya…
“Doesn’t matter!” Chuuya rebutted, his argument completely sound.
“Lying chibi!” Dazai accused, pretending to be almost offended.
“Not lying- You’re annoying! Get back on your phone or something you lazy idiot!”
“CHIBI! You are so- MEAN TO MEEEE!!” Dazai pretended to be sad, throwing his hand over his face like a dramatic woman from 1920.
“Oh shut up!!” Chuuya rolled his eyes for a second time.
“Not until Chibi apologizes!!!” Dazai crossed his arms over his chest, and fake-pouted.
“FInE!” Chuuya surrendered, “I’m sorry…”
“I don't believe you!” Dazai continued to pout.
“What!? What do you mean you don’t believe me!?! What do I gotta do to get you to believe me?”
“Hmmm…” Dazai thought, then tapped the top of his head twice, “Chibi’s gotta give me a kiss!!” Dazai smiled mischievously.
Chuuya began to lean down, understanding the ploy of this entire conversation now.. “Oh- You could’ve just asked, dumb mackerel.” Chuuya said, smiling as he kissed the top of Dazai’s head.
“Chibi is mean though! He wouldn’t have done it!”
“I’d kiss you one hundred times, you wouldnt even need to ask.” Chuuya left small kisses all over dazai’s face, his cheeks seemingly growing redder after each.
“Am I still mean?” Chuuya teased, smiling and cupping the others' now flushed face.
Dazai huffed, “Guess I can forgive you… Just this once!” He mumbled, though a small smile broke through his fake pouting.
“After all I do for you.” Chuuya rolls his eyes, though his voice is affectionate.
They lay together, occasionally making a joke or kissing, but they both doze off eventually. Happily, feeling real peace for the first time in a long time.