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Well that isn’t good.
Chuuya sat on the floor of the restroom in the room he shared with Dazai for the night. The shower water ran as he sat against the wall, steam slowly filled the room as a result of him leaving the tap running.
It’s not his first time dealing with periods during missions, but who’s bright idea was it get a one bed hotel room for a two person mission?
Crumpling up and covering a bloody tampon, Chuuya tucks it away in the trash, doing all he can to hide such proof of his period. He hated the idea of getting surgeries, but it would prove useful some day.
He couldn’t take his cramps, and sadly he couldn’t just lay in the tub because he gets disgusted by the blood he makes. It was so gross to him, it felt weird. Along with his pains he felt odd arousal, and there’s no doubt one day someone, anyone is bound to notice.
Kouyo has already, but in his defense he confessed it to her, only because she confessed that she’s a trans woman. Which Chuuya found remarkable because Kouyo was such a feminine woman.
He wished he could curl into a ball and hide, but that’s not how life works. His face was too round, his hips too wide, chest too big and waist too thin. He hid it behind layers upon layers of clothes, but he couldn’t hide when he had to wash himself.
He couldn’t hide it if he slept in the same bed as Dazai either. He just knew that by the way Dazai hyperannalizes everything he would find out.
He could only wash himself off and hope for the best, so he finally stood up and began to strip, he was so clouded and in his mind that he didn’t even hear Dazai knocking, let alone open the door.
Didn’t he lock it though? I guess there’s no point in wondering because it was open nonetheless, open right when Chuuya had finished stripping from his pants and half way done with his shirt.
Right when his binder was the most visible, a type of panic couldn’t help but set in. Chuuya’s only response was to pull his shirt back over his head and slam the door closed, locking it for sure this time.
With his mind already foggy, the steam and warm room didn’t help with the cold sweat that formed on his face, he couldn’t help but crumple on the ground and take deep breaths of the warm humid air.
“Fuck…”
What was he supposed to do? Maybe say it was one of those man sports bra? He wouldn’t buy it from his previous reaction. Maybe just come clean…but he’d just use it as blackmail….fuck.
Chuuya wasn’t sure what to do, but he was sure he could hear a muffled knock, and a few oddly concerned pleads.
A few minutes pass before the knocks end, and almost an hour passes before Chuuya comes out, just as sweaty and scared if not more as before.
“….” Chuuya could feel tension from the moment he stepped out of the bathroom, Dazai sat up in bed and stared at Chuuya. “..sorry but you had been taking a while…and a ton of steam had already left the door…”
Dazai spoke with odd calamity, it pissed Chuuya off.
“I’m not a baby I can handle steam, leave me alone.” Chuuya barked back in reply, only to be forced into another cold sweat by the words that came out of Dazai’s mouth.
“Are you a girl?”
There was a stiffness in the air, and it only worsened when Dazai spoke in a way like he was saying a fact. “You are a girl”
“No I’m not.”
“You’re a girl”
“I said I’m not”
“Yes, you-“
Dazai was cut off by a strong slap to the cheek.
“Would a girl hit as hard as I do? Would she?” Chuuya retorted before gripping Dazai by the collar, a tight grip as he readied his right arm in a position to punch him straight in the face, right on the nose.
“…no..” Dazai lied, but he knew it was enough to get Chuuya off him. Chuuya backed off and sighed.
Chuuya only glared at Dazai before taking a few pillows from the bed and placing them on the ground.
“I’ll sleep on the floor” Chuuya wasted no time turning off the lights and laying down without a blanket.
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1:43 AM
It hurt, bad. Period cramps suck ass, and laying on the cold floor without a blanket to keep warmth on his stomach made it worse, so much worse.
It was obvious Dazai had already noticed, he had been staring at Chuuya squirm and squeeze his stomach over and over again from the edge of the bed.
“…stomach ache?” Dazai asked. Looking at Chuuya like some type of curious cat. Eyes wide and paying full attention.
“Don’t talk to me…” Chuuya muttered softly before taking his only pillow and throwing it at Dazai. Laying on the floor with nothing to support his aching body.
Dazai let the pillow hit him, landing on his face with an oomph. “Are you sure you’re not a girl?”
This was Chuuya’s breaking point, before he knew it he had broken into an angry screaming fit.
“I’m not a fucking girl, understand that will you bandage for brains? Can’t you comprehend it??”
“If you’re not a girl then why do you make me feel like this??”
Dazai screamed back, causing Chuuya to turn away on his side again.
“….do boys get periods?”
“Shut up…” Chuuya growled back as he tried his best to hide his cold sweat.
“…do they hurt bad?” Dazai asked as he stood up from the bed to kneel next to Chuuya.
Chuuya didn’t answer, not until Dazai moved his hand to his stomach, exposing Chuuya’s pale skin. Chuuya pulled his shirt down, slapping Dazai’s hand away.
“Don’t touch me!” Chuuya screamed out his words out of pure self defense. He was scared, and he didn’t like it. Being alone in a room with Dazai felt more and more uncomfortable by the second.
“…can I help…” Dazai asked, and this time his voice felt sad. It was soft and mellow, giving the impression he meant no harm, and in all honesty he didn’t.
“…no”
“…I’m sorry”
“Shut up”
The pair had faced issues, but perhaps after everything that’s happened to Chuuya these past 2 years had been a lot, losing his only family, having a man come and kill all his new friends, getting tortured and etc, no one would be able to go through such a thing alone.
But he did.
And he’s alive, and stayed loyal to the port mafia despite all the pain the organization had brought him.
In the end, they were teens. Seventeen year olds, suffering similar pains, while one had met a man who would listen to and help him, the other had never had a real break in life. Dazai knew he was in pain, whether Chuuya acknowledged his own pain or not.
Dazai tried again, this time only placing his hand on Chuuya’s stomach.
“Please…I won’t tell a soul” Dazai pleaded with sincerity, interlocking his fingers with Chuuya’s. “I’ll pretend this never happened…just let me help..”
Chuuya looked over at Dazai, and he couldn’t contain his shock when he saw Dazai tear up, let alone when Dazai looked him in the eyes, and spoke out a few words Chuuya couldn’t hear. His world had become inaudible for a few split seconds and he couldn’t understand why.
“..what?”
“…nothing…just…let me help a bit..”
Dazai’s cheeks lit up in a warm shade of pink before he rolled Chuuya over to lay flat on his back, kneading at Chuuya’s stomach like his body was some type of dough.
It tickled a bit, but before long Chuuya found himself melting into a nice feeling of contempt. Before he could grasp the situation Dazai’s rhythm slowed and Chuuya opened his eyes.
“…I” Chuuya sits up for a bit only to be caught off guard by Dazai’s hand brushing against his cheek, he couldn’t help but back away, using his arms as support.
“Sorry…too much?” Dazai asked but before he could fully back off, Chuuya grabbed his arm.
“No…it’s…ok..” Chuuya spoke softly as he slowly pulled Dazai close.
Before the two knew it they were cuddling, with Dazai nuzzling into Chuuya’s neck.
By the time morning came the odd feeling of waking up in someone’s arms would have been enough to make them get up and act like nothing happened. But when morning did come, neither moved away. In fact they nuzzled closer.
But all things must come to an end, although they obviously didn’t want that.