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The mission that was supposed to take a day turned into a mission with a length of a whole week.
As if they weren't tired enough—the nearest hotel had one room left, and one bed when they entered the room. One bed, the ginger was not so happy with the arrangement, you could easily tell if you looked at his face.
The brunette wasn't so happy with the arrangement either, or he was? You can't really tell when it's him.
The two didn't really have the energy to blicker so they ended up sleeping on the same bed—one on each side of the bed.
If they hadn't slept on each end of the bed—the bastard would probably make some comment to piss chuuya off and they probably would've started blickering again—and it'd get annoying real fast. And chuuya doesn't want that to happen.
And worse that bastard had somehow driven them off the road and into a river, so they were both wet and quivering from the cold—the cold made the light breeze brushing against their skin feel two times colder.
Chuuya could hear dazai shift and move and an occasional sigh every 5 minutes, and vice versa.
Chuuya managed to fall asleep, his breathing turning slow and even, as his shoulders loose the tension in them.
He managed to get actual sleep for approximately 20 minutes which wasn't much but still counts—Until dazai's constant moving woke him up. He was moving so much that he swears that his back was getting abused from all the shifting of the bed caused by the brunette.
First the mission got dragged considerably longer, I mean a mission that got dragged from 1 day to a whole damn week? Then dazai driving them off the road and into a river, then there being only one bed into the hotel. Now this? God. Can he ever get a break from trouble..?
15 more minutes after chuuya woke up, dazai frequent shifting wasn't gone, if anything it became more frequent. And frankly even he had to admit it was getting concerning, so chuuya turned his head slightly to look at the brunette.
Dazai's eyes were closed shut. A pathetic attempt to fall asleep, that he'd magicly start to drift into slumber if he did. He shifted again facing away from chuuya this time.
A few more times it happened again and again, it was getting more annoying as it was getting concerning. So chuuya reluctantly turned to face the bandages man fully and moved a little closer to the brunette—partly because he'd rather not his partner be sleep deprived, it's be too inconvenient, partly because the constant shifting was annoying and partly because he was concerned—not that he'd admit that bastard would probably never let it go if he ever did.
He hesitated to do whatever he had planned, then deciding there's nothing to lose and he'd rather not lose sleep because of this himself.
He wrapped his hand around dazai's waist before he could shift again, tangling his leg with dazai's—which in other words could be called a hug in a way.. Effectively stopping dazai from moving and trapping him in place so chuuya won't have to worry about dazai getting himself into trouble somehow.
He nuzzled his head in dazai's shoulders his breathing ghosting over the brunette's bandaged neck.
As much as chuuya would hate to admit, it's actually comfortable in a way.. knowing dazai can't run away or get in trouble puts him at ease by alot more than he'd admit, he can also faintly feel dazai's pulse, which tells him the bastard's alive.
Now that he mentions it his heartbeat surprisingly steady despite his earlier restless shifting and turning, tho his breathing made it more obvious that he probably was uneasy in a way, maybe from earlier? He looked like his soul left his body, actually he couldn't see much but he could tell what face the brunette was making.
Actually the position itself was comfortable, the heat form the others body actually helped with the cold since there were no blankets for some reason, except the fact they were probably gonna be sick in the morning tomorrow because they were both damp, and stuck together flush against each others body.
Dazai's No Longer Human actually helped with the headache caused by his singularity too, making him feel surprisingly human somehow. It wasn't so bad.. Maybe he should do this more often.
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Dazai swears if he couldn't control his heartbeat chuuya would've felt his heartbeat going crazy—but he didn't realise his own breathing had given him away. His face was heating up, a slight blush on his cheeks.
He had felt the slug move closer earlier but he hadn't expected for him to actually go with whatever the slug had planned.
The touch itself was unexpected, he could feel the warmth of chuuya's limbs against his skin acutely.
The slugs breath ghosted against his neck's skin.. well bandaged neck to be more accurate. It felt weird but kinda comforting somehow, he doesn't know how our why it just feels comforting.
He couldn't sleep before, now he feels like he can't even breath properly because of the sudden touch. And dazai isn't exactly one that's fond of physical touch, but somehow it feels comforting.
He hates it, he hates that he actually wants to lean into the touch, he hates that it's chibi of all people. Atleast that's what he tells himself, he can't keep running away from his feelings forever, he'll have to confront it or it'll catch up to him, from how much he keeps running away it might just be the latter.
And chibi looked suspiciously comfortable, he couldn't see the slug since his back was faced towards him but he could feel it.
Whatever he'll allow it as a reward, since he did feel himself slowly but surely falling into slumber after chibi had hugged him. A dog deserves a reward for their service for their owner after all.
They're probably going to get sick tomorrow morning, whatever he can always make an excuse. He's especially good at making excuses..
And running away from his feelings, it's gonna catch up to him and bite him in the ass soon.