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Dazai sat in the hospital bed, heart monitor beeping steadily. Oh, he had been so close this time…
He opened his eyes slowly, looking around. Everything was blurry, splotches of white, blue, the slight yellow of the fluorescent lights, and…orange. He blinked a few times, and looked to see Chuuya.
“You came to visit, Chibi…”
He said quietly.
“Yeah, I did. Jeez, these lights are so fucking bright, how could you stand to sleep in here?”
“Eh, you get used to it after a few attempts. Maybe next time I won't have to see them at all, huh?”
“Don't- don't fucking say that, Dazai. Just don't..”
Dazai sighed. They sat there in awkward silence for a bit before Chuuya saw a nurse bring in food for Dazai. Chuuya looked at the tray in disgust.
“Jeez, the food here is more depressed than you.”
Dazai couldn't help the small laugh that left him at that.
“Oh yeah, they never season the food. Ever.”
“There's a restaurant down the street, I'm getting something actually edible, what do you want from there?”
“Mm, if they have anything with crab in it, I'll take that. If not, I'll just let the chibi pick.”
“Got it.”
Chuuya walked out. After about 20 minutes he walked back in.
“They didn't have crab. Also all their sweets were on sale so I got you a cinnamon roll.”
He tossed the packaging to Dazai, who caught it immediately, unwrapping the sweet treat and biting in. The warmth and fluffiness of the cinnamon roll was comforting to him, and the icing itself wasn't too sweet, but still good.
Chuuya ate his own cinnamon roll in silence, listening as Dazai talked about what went wrong with this suicide attempt, what he did wrong, and what he wanted to do after he got out of the hospital (take a shower, sleep...try again)
Dazai just couldn't help but keep talking, it was so easy around Chuuya. He should get some more of these cinnamon rolls later.
“Dazai-San?”
Atsushi looked over to Dazai.
The brunette hadn't been doing too well mentally lately, not that Atsushi would ever know that….or anyone for that matter, he would never show that he was struggling.
“Yes, Atsushi?”
He responded, mask slipping on perfectly.
“Everyone at the agency has been so stressed, so.. I'm buying everyone their favorite sweets from a bakery nearby! Did you want something?”
“Oh, how considerate, Atsushi! Hmmm…”
Eh, fuck it, Dazai needed some comfort today.
“Can you get me a cinnamon roll?”