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Dazai slams the door behind him, calling for his partner.
Chuuya’s apartment has never been so quiet, usually the noise of dazai and chuuya’s constant bickering fills the apartment.
“CHUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!” He called for chuuya, followed by chuuya’s grunt. “Whaaaatt!?? I’m showering..” “I’m homeeeee!! Shouldn’t I be getting hugs and kisses?~” Dazai teased
“Suck my dick.” Chuuya threw a wet towel at the latter,
The towel hit dazai’s face with a wet “splat” sound, making him jump. “Heyyyy!! That wasn’t nice of you chibi!!”
“Suck it up mackerel.” Chuuya muttered.
After chuuya finishes his prolonged shower, he steps out, looking fresh. Dazai is already in their room, dressed in their matching hello kitty and Batman pjs.
Dazai was laying flat on his stomach, scrolling through his phone “you’re seriously not gonna shower?” Chuuya questions as if he’s insisting that Dazai showers.
“Uhhhhh… nah. Don’t feel like it.” Dazai answers casually
“Samu…” Dazai turns his head around, staring at chuuya, his eyes widened.
“Go shower. You’re stinky.” And there Dazai really had thought chuuya would be affectionate.
“nooo!!!” Dazai whined, whined and whined until chuuya gave in.
“Fine!! I’ll shower with you!! Stupid fuckin’ mackerel.” chuuya turned back around and walked towards the bathroom, gesturing to dazai, telling him to hurry up.
As dazai got up from the bed and caught up to chuuya, he couldn’t help but notice the luxurious wine cabinet. “So that’s where the budget went, huh.” Dazai commented
“Shut up. My entire apartment is well-done.” Chuuya snapped back. “Woah, woah, no need to bark” Dazai teased, followed by a slap across the face, leaving a pink handprint stamped on his cheek, Dazai falls silent for a moment, before starting to whine about how chuuya is mean to him.
Chuuya only sighed and pointed to the shower “strip and get in.. take off your bandages too.” Chuuya commanded in a stern but gentle voice.
Dazai took off his pjs setting them aside on the clothing rack. “Your bandages too samu.” Dazai hesitated. Questioning himself.
“Come on mackerel.. I’ve seen them already.” Chuuya tries to make his voice as soft as possible. Dazai, not knowing how to say no, reluctantly starts unwrapping his bandages. Dazai never changes his bandages, they’re always filthy and stained with dried blood like a dirty pair of socks.
Chuuya reaches over to dazai’s arm and tosses the used bandages in a nearby bin,
Trying not to peek at dazai’s arms, the raw skin on it, the thin, scattered cuts.
At that moment, chuuya picks Dazai up. Setting him down in the bathtub and turning on the water that gradually gets warmer.
“Waaaahhhh!! It’s cold!!” Dazai flailed his arms and legs, splashing water everywhere
Hours later, after chuuya had to deal with dazai’s excessive whining and screaming, they end up together on chuuya’s king sized bed, cuddled up together with dazai’s leg around chuuya and chuuya’s face buried in dazai’s chest. “Do I really have to wear the batman ones?…”
“Yes.” Replied dazai “By the way… I’m changing your bandages every day from now. No excuses.”