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A/N: Rushed fluff.
Chuuya was tired. Well, that was one way to put it. He wouldn't really call it 'tired' more like mind numbing exhaustion. He had been awake for the past forty eight hours trying to track down an organization going against the Port Mafia. He had (finally) managed luckily, and then it wasn't his problem anymore.
The relief when he had finished was so heavy he had almost fallen over right there.
But he was forced to wait until he got home, so limbs aching he had climbed into the car, sent a quick text to Dazai, and then headed off. Too his relief (again) people on the road weren't being too idiotic for once, so the road rage was kept to a minimum. There was that one guy that had just sped through a red light- wow you're in such a rush a few more seconds was just too long a wait, huh?
The drive was mainly a blur, only coming back into focus when he was unlocking the door of his apartment room. Now he only had one more obstacle- Dazai -and then he could sleep. "Chuu-ya~" the brown haired male cheered, tackling him in a death hug as though Chuuya's thoughts had summoned him. "Welcome home!"
Chuuya kicked off his shoes after escaping from the death hug. "Quiet down a bit you idiot," he grumbled, rubbing his head as he moved forwards to fall onto the couch as he tore off his coat, Dazai following after him. "I told you in my text that I haven't slept and to please give me space."
"I know!" Dazai leaned forwards, plucking Chuuya's coat from his hand and throwing it over him as though it were garbage. "But I won't bother you! I promise! I just wanna cuddle!"
Like it was possible to not bother someone if your name was Dazai. Chuuya glare as he got up didn't seem to stop him though, as he still happily followed Chuuya when the red head trailed off into their bedroom. Though without warning Chuuya quickly slammed the door and locked it in Dazai's face.
The lights were already out but it wasn't hard to stumble over to the bed and fall onto it, allowing his body to sink into the sheets. The release was both relaxing and painful, the ache in his soul both growing lighter but darker at the same time.
At least the silence was nice.
But that wasn't going to last, because Chuuya had forgotten about the spare key. The door was opened and closed, and Chuuya groaned as he heard Dazai shuffle forwards and slip into the bed beside him. "I told you I need space," Chuuya whispered softly into the dark, not willing to disturb the room with loud noise.
"Cuddle?" Chuuya heard the sound of Dazai opening his arms, and he glared into his general direction for a moment. After a moment he sighed, moving forwards and pressing himself into his boyfriends arms.
He was safer there anyways..