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They’re on the couch now. Chuuya‘s head lay against the armrest, Dazai snuggling into his chest with that brown mop of hair. Their legs were tangled together.
This is unfair, he thinks, how could anyone look that.. cute while sleeping?!
He runs a hand through the unkempt hair, surprised to find them smooth— well, smoother than before, at least. It seemed like Dazai showered just before. The scent of strawberry shampoo and the fluffy mess made him crack a smile.
He reaches out to grab Dazai‘s arm. The bandages hadn’t come off, they’re seemingly new.
His suspicions were confirmed, at last. The soft and clean wrappings were most likely new, Chuuya smiled happily at that.
Because Dazai— he took a shower. For him.
The glint of joy in his eyes lasted for a split second. As he runs his finger up and down them— his finger suddenly halts and a very distinct spot.
It reaches lower and lower, Chuuya furrowed his brows.
What the hell?
Chuuya had known about Dazai‘s old scars. But this- this—
It didn’t feel old.
The 'scar' was definitely not healed. No.. it felt fresh. The bandages were very slightly damp in some spots, but Chuuya had thought Dazai just didn’t fully dry himself off. But now—
Fresh, they’re fresh.
And since they were basically together the whole week, especially since he didn’t notice any the day before—
It had to have been done today. And most likely— during the hours that Chuuya went out and—
He wasn’t there for Dazai.
His eyes now, too, felt wet. The hand recoiled from Dazai‘s arm like a spring, but his eyes remained on him.
Chuuya tightened his fists. His knuckles are turning white and—
A stir from the boy below snaps him out of his trance for a moment. Dazai furrowed his eyebrows, moving around a bit until finding another comforting position. A quiet yawn was let out. Chuuya was obviously still upset. But..
Even if he did relapse, he still showered.
And it was still better than the colored brown, cracking bandages that remained unchanged. And Chuuya was still pissed. But he’s also proud. So, so proud of his boy.
So Chuuya can be pissed at him tomorrow. But right now, he takes a few deep breaths.
A slight smile formed on his lips, staring down at the brunet once again. He kissed the top of Dazai‘s head, the warmth consuming him.
"Mm..“ He could hear Dazai as he buried his nose in him.
That smile remained for a few moments. Then, letting him pull back from the other boy, Chuuya shifts lightly as to not disturb the sleeping Dazai.
"I‘m proud of you, you know,“ he whispered. Of course, no answer came. He giggled at that.
A while later, he let his head roll back to the armrest above. It was just them.. Dazai and Chuuya, Chuuya and Dazai. In the dimmed lighting and the heater on, his consciousness begin to fade, too.
They stay like that for the rest of the night.