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“Rest now, Chuuya.”
The battlefield of a car park attached to a decaying abandoned building, secretly being operated as a new organisation desperately trying to recruit (or kidnap rather) children to do its labour, had been wiped out with craters littered on the floor, debris ranging from whole chunks of walls to small stones spread all around, cluttering the area, each bit of it smoking slightly with an abundance of dust surrounding the two? thickening the air making it an effort to breathe.
It takes a split moment to take effect but Dazai’s ability relives Chuuya from the restraints of the god constantly wreaking havoc in the mind of his dog.
He takes his time admiring as the eyelids of the boy in front of him, cheek in his hand, flutters shut. Chuuya collapses into the arms of Dazai once again this week.
Two times, it’s Wednesday and the poor little slug has already been forced to use corruption twice. He wasn’t meant to be on this mission but oh how the slug likes to be helpful and protect the weaker mafia members as if they were his own family, Dazai assumes this is a habit he had picked up from his sheep days, perhaps long before they both met one another.
They both grunt softly as they topple over onto the hard ground.
“…D-“
“Shush.. it’s ok now, I’ll get us back home whilst you rest.” Dazai murmurs into Chuuya’s ear as the boy drifts of to sleep.
The rest of the mafia members on the mission had left as soon as Dazai knew corruption was the only way out, chuuya didn’t like people knowing about the god in his head .
(despite Dazai finding him incredibly breathtaking when in said state, he insists he looks like monster, though it is to be suspected of such a silly slug to be slow as to recognise his own beauty.)
//—— at their Chuuya’s apartment ——//
Setting down the injured boy in the sofa, he heads to the bathroom to run a bath for his partner.
After running the tap for a few minutes he quickly checks the temperature of the water, once he makes sure it’s to his liking he puts the plug in and lets the bath begin to fill up with warm water.
“Chuuu~” he sings out into the apartment, heading into the main room of the home, to waking up his dog.
A small groan comes from the direction of the sofa, the sound tugging at his lips into a small smile.
(Chuuya usually took a lot more effort to wake up after corruption so this was a nice surprise)
“Up, up! You stink more than a wet dog!” he teases, not expecting a response.
Dazai watches, trying not to laugh, at the chibi attempting (and failing) to stand up, his legs wobbling cartoonishly.
Ignoring the pain infecting his arms from carrying the boy to the apartment ten minutes prior, he lifts his dog up, hooking his hands under the smaller’s legs and in response he feels two arms wrapping around his neck, a head flopping tiredly onto his chest.
Travelling into the bathroom via the bedroom, he carefully sets down Chuuya onto the edge of the bathtub, before turning the tap off, satisfied with the water’s level.
“Does the chibi need me to help take off his clothes or are you ok?”
“Mmm, I’m good- i think, at least.”
“…”
“Are you just going to stand there and watch” Chuuya raises one of his eyebrows, with pinker cheeks then before which Dazai writes off as the heat from the bathtub making the room warm up.
“Well, if the slug insists!”
“Wha- huh, no wait, i never said that you weirdo!” Chuuya feebly attempts to shout.
A chuckle escapes his lips, he turns around to look at the fogged up mirror, the bathroom was objectively nice as is everything else in his dog’s home but what truly makes Dazai (internally!) smile is the two toothbrushes left out and the special toothpaste that he tolerates more so then any other next to the sink.
Chuuya knew him (sometimes uncomfortably) well but he accepted it because it’s Chuuya, his Chuuya, whether he knew it himself or not.
“Hey, asshole, I’m done.” Chuuya said, sliding into the bathtub.
Once he has turned around and headed over to the slug (who was now gently rubbing his skin, getting the dried blood off of himself), Dazai ran his fingers through his partners blood matted hair, undoing knots and busying himself whilst waiting for the other to be ready for him to wash out his hair properly.
Watching the boy wince when going over each cut that littered his body the brunette felt some sort of twinge in his stomach, he often got this at the sight of Chuuya’s pain, its only confused him and angered him as he has no idea what it meant.
As Dazai reached over to grab the detachable shower head, he made sure that his partner could see, with the consent to go forward, shown by a nod of his head, he went forward, softly brushing the bangs of the boy away from his forehead, putting one hand to protect his eyes from the water streaming down his head.
He hummed some random tune that popped into his head as he worked on detangling and cleaning the hair of his chibi.
The atmosphere was peaceful, a rare occurrence between the two.
Once he deemed the hair of the other clean enough, he turned off the water, reaching his hand into the bath to pull the plug to let the water drain. Taking the towel that was designated to chuuya months before, he offered a hand to help the shorter out.
Chuuya eagerly grabbed the hand offered, due to his legs instantly wanting to collapse under him as soon as any amount of weight was put on them.
He was cold for only a moment as a soft towel was wrapped around his body by Dazai.
It was now Dazai’s turn to wrap his arms around the other, helping chuuya to the bedroom carrying him princess style. His arms groaned at him for once again ignoring the sore sensation engulfing his arms, he paged no mind to it though, Chibi was more important right now.
Today he was able to defeat the enemies and be freed from corruption in under a minute, way better than the usual 5 minutes but that did not mean the smaller wasn’t in any pain.
01:32
The clock read before he wrestled Chuuya and himself into clothes that were comfortable enough to sleep in, the effects of the day pulling down his eyelids, his body begging for sleep.
01:45
Was the time once he looked back again. They both were now safely tucked into bed, finding themselves unable to pretend they didn’t need each other to sleep for once they instantly found the others body under the covers, usually they’d both face the opposite way from the other and then acting surprised by their new position once the pair wake up.
None of it matters to the either of them now, they couldn’t resist it tonight, they’d both ignore this in the morning, unable to face the reality of their feelings.