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Chuuya hated missions,
He hated how Dazai was always targeted since he isn't as physically strong as Chuuya.
They had just finished a mission together one where they had to retreat because there were too many men.
"Let's hide out in the forest till now, I want to make sure they wont follow us."
"Okay chibi!"
Chuuya shot Dazai a look.
"Gosh, I wish I left you behind, just shut up till we get to the campsite."
Surprisingly, the rest of the ride on Chuuya's motorcycle was silent after that. That was unusual.
By the time they finally got to the campsite it was dark and raining. They quickly rushed inside the tiny office to see what cabins were avaliable.
"Hello, are there any cabins avaliable?" Chuuya asked.
"There's about 2 left, I believe? However there is only one bed in room one, but room two has a bed and a sofa couch if you'd like?" The Attendant said.
ugh of course
"Room 2 will do." Chuuya said, hurriedly slamming down a wad of cash. The Attendant handed him the keys.
They entered their cabin.
"Anyways we haven't eaten yet, what should I order for takeout?"
Dazai didn't reply.
"Hello, Earth to Dazai?? I'm talking to you, quit ignoring me!"
"Order whatever you want, I'm going to bed." Dazai said practically falling onto the couch.
Chuuya wasn't too worried, if anything this was normal. Dazai had a habit of not eating much. He could go for days without any food which Chuuya always scolded him for but Dazai never listened.
maybe he was just tired from the mission Chuuya thought.
Chuuya ordered food for both him and Dazai, he thought he'd try convincing Dazai after he rested a bit.
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A few hours passed and the food arrived, Chuuya placed it on the table and went to wake Dazai.
He walked over but realized Dazai seemed much paler than usual. Worried, he placed the back of his hand onto Dazai's forehead.
Gosh, he was burning hot.
Just then, Dazai woke confused.
"Chuuya..? What are you doing?"
"I was gonna wake you up to eat, but you're burning up mackerel."
"No, 'm just tired."
"You have a fever."
"I don't."
"I wish I had a thermometer but now that we're in this cabin I'll have to wait to buy one tomorrow mackerel."
There's a long silence. Chuuya puts Dazai into sitting position and props him up with the couch pillows. He carefully tiptoes to the table where all the takeout food is and walks over holding a plate of soup. He hands it to Dazai.
Dazai recieves it but looks at him confused.
"Oh sorry, right! You need a spoon." Chuuya says walking over to the kitchenette to fetch a spoon.
He brings it over to Dazai. Dazai tries to eat it but he is too disoriented and his hands are too shaky to hold the spoon. Chuuya realizes instantly.
"Are you alright? Do you want some help?" Chuuya asks softly.
Dazai shakes his head nodding yes.
Chuuya proceeds to feed Dazai. He slowly gives him spoonfuls of chicken soup, carefully waiting to make sure he is done eating before giving him more. In reality, Chuuya is worried. He knows about Dazai's medical history, his immune system is very weak and he has hardly any energy on a regular day. He looks at Dazai and realizes he is sweating more, gosh his fever must be really bad.
Chuuya watches how tired Dazai seems and suddenly Dazai passes out, dead asleep onto the couch. Chuuya feels bad about Dazai sleeping on the couch with a fever but there's not much he can do now, he grabs a blanket from the bed and covers Dazai with it.
Hopefully Dazai will be feeling better by tomorrow.