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Chuuya stared at the man who had broken into his apartment. “Off the couch.” The glare didn’t reach Dazai who was spread out taking up as much room as he could. He had ‘finished’ (ditched) his mission early to break into Chuuya’s apartment for no other reason but to annoy him.
“Chuuya, is that anyway to treat a guest? You know I-“ a loud thump paused his words as he looked down at the Mafia executive that was now laying on the floor. “Shit.”
When Chuuya gained consciousness his arm was wrapped around Dazai’s shoulder uncomfortably as the two slowly walked to his room. The only thing he would muster up was a quiet “ew.” instinctively pushing off the other, hitting his head on the wall and bouncing off. “Gevvt oft of me!” His words slurred together, leaning against the wall with his arm, barely keeping himself up. Dazai scoffed and reached out to grab him. “Come on let’s get you to bed.”
“No- I don’t ne- need you- fuck-“ Chuuya’s knees buckled underneath him as he crashed into the other wall in the hallway. Dazai watched as the other let out an estranged grunt, flipping over so his back was against the wall. Chuuya glared at the wall in front of him like it was its fault he was struggling to move.
“When was the last time you slept?” Dazai moved towards him again which caused Chuuya to try and shove him away. He failed, barely reaching Dazai.
Struggling to keep himself up, slowly Chuuya turned to the other. “Shouldn’t I be asking that? You’re the um…” a long pause as he searched for the word waving his hand around, “insomnia- whatever the fuck.”
“Okay you need rest.” This time Dazai moved quickly, not giving Chuuya time to fight back. He grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him to his room. Dazai wasn’t used to being the responsible one, when they worked together Chuuya was always forcing him to get enough sleep, eat enough food, drink enough water, blah blah. It was annoying. Now it was Dazai’s
Dazai knew Chuuya wasn’t sleep deprived, the redhead always made sure to get at least 6 hours. Which meant something else was wrong. Dazai pushed him onto the bed forcing him to sit. “Chuuya, how long did you use your ability today?” Dazai asked, flicking him in the forehead. Chuuya swatted at him again.
“I didn’t use corruption.”
“I didn’t ask that.”
Chuuya didn’t respond and instead began untying his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt. Dazai walked over to his closet and grabbed an old t-shirt and shorts before something caught his eye. “Awwww Chuuuyyaaaaa you still have this?” He pulled out a very old ripped band tee that had formerly belonged to him.
“Huh?” Chuuya squinted at it. “I guess I do.”
That’s not the reaction Dazai wanted. He threw the t-shirt back down and handed Chuuya his random clothes. He snatched them out of his hand, Dazai rolled his eyes and leaned against the door.
“You used your ability for far too long didn't you?”
“You know, Dazai, I would really love some fucking privacy right now.”
“Why? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Oh my god, get out!” Chuuya threw his shoe at Dazai, who dodged it swiftly.
Dazai groaned and dragged his feet out of the bedroom making his way to the kitchen to raid it. He looked through the wine collection before realizing he probably shouldn’t give Chuuya one of his “collectibles” or whatever he does with it. Best to not make Chuuya’s day worse. Dazai opted for the half empty wine that was sitting in the fridge. He poured the redhead a glass and then grabbed a fancy bowl of fruit to pair with it.
‘What was it he used to say… “sugar, protein, carbs”…?’ Dazai stared at the fruit bowl. ‘Close enough.’
When he reentered Chuuya’s bedroom he was facing away from the door curled up. “I brought you wine and fruit. You really need to go to the grocery store.” Chuuya just waved his hand dismissively while slowly sitting up. Dazai put the food on the bed side table and passed him the wine. Chuuya looked at the options and smiled slightly.
Dazai has had trouble eating in the past. He wasn’t a good cook, he lived in a shipping container, and he didn’t care enough to go out to buy anything other than canned crab. So, after long missions he would go to Chuuya’s place and eat whatever he was eating for dinner. At first Chuuya chased him out of his apartment but then he started making double.
Somehow this reminded Chuuya of those quiet moments where they wouldn’t argue and eat good food.
Dazai sat on the edge of the bed next to him silently staring at the wine with him. The ginger broke the comfortable silence first.
“You were right.”
“I usually am.”
Chuuya scoffed and took a sip of the wine before putting the glass down. “Shut up, can you drop the snarkiness right now?”
“I would but I know it distracts you.”
He couldn’t deny that. “I used my ability too long, repeatedly practiced almost using corruption because I don’t need you.”
“I never said you did. I’m simply your off switch, you don’t need me.”
Chuuya popped some fruit into his mouth before Dazai started again. “But, it is safer with me.”
“It’s never safe. I told Akutagawa to knock me out if-“
Dazai let out a small laugh causing Chuuya to glare at him.
“You sound impressed.”
“I’m impressed he didn’t kill you.”
Chuuya put the fruit back on his side table and laid down. Dazai immediately rolled him over and climbed into bed next to him. Chuuya groaned and turned to face away from him. “This is my fucking bed.”
“And it’s sooooooo comfortable.”
Chuuya debated kicking Dazai off the bed but he didn’t have any energy left. His body was in immense amounts of pain. At this point it was nothing he wasn’t used to. He went back to the original topic.
“I didn’t even fully use corruption so I should be fine! Just needed a little of its strength. I figured I could control it if it was just a bit. I could at first.”
“Chuuya…” Dazai sat up and looked down at him, leaning over trying to see the look on his face.
“Whatever. It got the job done. That’s all that matters.” If you asked Dazai, Chuuya was a workaholic who would go to great lengths to get a mission completed. It reminded him of when he was in this position.
“You sound like me.”
That struck a chord. Chuuya bolted up and turned to him. “I do not!”
“Yes you do! Remember when I would do tons of paperwork and not eat or sleep.”
Chuuya went quiet. Of course he remembered, he kept that asshole alive. That didn’t mean anything. Chuuya glared at him and remembered he was still on his bed. He shoved Dazai off with one quick push. “Ow!” Dazai grabbed onto Chuuya’s shirt and brought him with him. “I’M INJURED ASSHOLE!”
The two fell onto the ground both groaning in pain. Chuuya turned his head and stared at the laughing man. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
They both sat up, Chuuya a lot slower then Dazai. This time when Chuuya got up he grabbed onto Dazai and pulled him onto the bed. He stared down at the ginger, smiling, still chuckling. “You’re an idiot.”
Dazai got off of him and laid next to him. “I wish you’d take better care of yourself.”
“I know damn well you aren’t telling me that.” He didn’t respond. Chuuya scoffed at the silence and rolled over to face the wall. Dazai started to draw patterns into his back, running his fingers up and down before stopping at his shoulders and beginning to massage them. Chuuya let out a soft sigh leaning into the touch.
Chuuya could feel Dazai’s annoying grin from behind him but decided he was allowed to enjoy something nice for once and ignored it. He deserved it after the hellish amount of physical and mental work he had to do.
It was nice.