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It was like any other day, except it wasn't. Chuuya was waiting for Dazai to come with him on a mission. Chuuya taps his foot on the concrete floor, obviously impatient. It's expected of Dazai to skip a mission once or twice, but this mission was quite crucial to both them and the whole organization. Ring! Ring! Ring! His phone buzzed from his jacket. Chuuya pulls out his cell, looking at the name, it was the boss. Clicking on the answer button, Moris voice called out "Chuuya, you'll have to do go on the mission without Dazai." For a moment, Chuuya felt disappointed, like he was actually hoping Dazai would show up. "I understand" he shoves the phone back into his pocket.
Hours later, Chuuya returns to the Port Mafia building, looking around for Dazai. "Wait, why am I even trying to find that suicidal maniac?" He scoffed, standing still in the middle of the building. He looks down at the ground, "But..." Chuuyas heart suddenly grows heavy. "He did seem more... moodier these past few days. What if he..." Chuuya immediately runs out of the Port Mafia building, running straight to Dazai's home. As Chuuya rushes, he thinks back, looking for more signs. " I better just be overthinking it. Chuuya eventually reaches a red shipping container, it being Dazais home. He takes a deep breath before knocking, his hand trembling for no reason. He waits for a few seconds, there's no answer. "Oi! Dazai!" He shouts, trying to sound annoyed than concerned. No answer. He grunts before slamming the door open.
There stands Osamu Dazai, a white substance in his hand, Chuuya immediately recognized it as fentanyl. "I should've known you would come" Dazai speaks up, not drawing his attention away from the fentanyl. "Gonna stop me? Or are you–" Chuuya rushes forward and kicks his arm down, the powder scattering onto the floor. "You idiot! If you're going to commit suicide do it on a day off!" Chuuya angrily shouted, but he wasn't that mad, he was just afraid. "I survived 2 suicide attempts yesterday." Dazai replied, not bothered by Chuuyas scolding. Dazai suddenly leans against Chuuya, earning a shocked gasp from him. "I'm just so tired." He said before Chuuya could push him. Chuuya groans, again trying to act bothered even though he's holding Dazai.
The two of them fall onto the bed, Dazai beginning to drool on Chuuya. "Ew! Don't do that!" He whined, still not pushing Dazai off him. Dazai doesn't reply, just cuddling against Chuuya. Chuuya looks down at Dazai, finally showing a concerned look. As Chuuya admires Dazai, he notices his arm bleeding heavily. Chuuya reaches out, but Dazai immediately withdrawls his arm, "No..." Dazai mumbled against Chuuyas chest. "Show me, please..." Chuuya pleaded. After a while of hesitating, Dazai finally showed his arm, fresh cuts all over it. Chuuya doesn't say any more, simply reaching for the bandage on the table and wrapping it around Dazais arm. "Don't keep destroying yourself, you won't achieve anything except for pain." Chuuya stated as he continues to wrap his arm.
Dazai looked at Chuuya, presumably thinking. "Why do you care so much." He asks, but it sounded more like a statement than a question. Chuuya stays quiet, even after he bandaged Dazai's arm. Keeping his gaze down, "I just... I don't know." He admits, clenching Dazai's arm. "Maybe you love me- Ow!" Chuuya punched his arm, "Shut your tramp." Dazai whines softly as he runs his arm, still looking at Chuuya. "Just go to sleep." Chuuya bossed before closing the door and falling onto the bed. "It's so early though" Dazai pouted, "Shut up and sleep." Said Chuuya, turning to his side. Dazai groans, laying down beside Chuuya and putting his sleeping mask on.
A strange aroma fills the shipping container, waking Dazai from his sleep. "Mmh" he sits up, staring at his own lap before looking to the side. There stands Chuuya cooking what it seems to be spam. "Why spam?" Dazai gets up, walking and looking over Chuuya's shoulder. "Because that was the only edible thing I could find in here!" Chuuya snaps back, sounding pissed. "What's with the horrible attitude? Got a bad dream?" Dazai asks. Without warning, Chuuya swings at Dazai, but he easily dodges. Did I trigger him or something? "We're late for work!" He growled, placing the food onto plates. "I'm sure Mori could let us slack off for one day, he'll understand." Dazai sits at the table, watching Chuuya place the food in front of him. "If I get in trouble I'll kill you." Chuuya remarked, sounding less angry. "I'd rather die by Mori's hands than yours." Dazai teased.