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Chuuya was tired.
Not even mentally, but physically too. He had just gotten back from a solo mission. He was waiting for almost 56 hours for an (incredibly late) informant. Not only that, the informant was against the mafia and Chuuya had to fight his way out. Although the mission should have been easy, Chuuya was sluggish and got himself injured. So, now not only was the ginger tired, he was bloody and hurt. Tonight was a great night to fall asleep. Patching himself up could wait until tomorrow morning. Chuuya was ready to just fall asleep and wait a few hours before patching up and going to work.
***
Dazai was bored. Extremely bored. Once the clock hit five, Dazai almost ran out. It was a remarkably slow day, and Dazai would have skipped work if it weren’t for the fact he had paperwork he couldn’t push onto Atsushi. Dazai ran out of the Agency building before realizing he didn’t have much to do. Knowing Chuuya was probably still at work, Dazai decided to hang out at his apartment. The man decided to take a hour walk across the city, rather than taking a car to reach the man’s penthouse-type apartment, knowing he had time to waste.
Once Dazai picked Chuuya’s lock, he sat on his phone for almost two hours before getting bored. It was only eight so Dazai wasn’t surprised the mafioso wasn’t home yet. Getting bored, Dazai decided to take a look into the ginger’s kitchen. Dazai looked through the pantries and fridge until he frowned and realized that Chuuya had no food. Literally none. The only edible thing in the kitchen was a half empty egg carton and (almost expired) milk. Worry took over Dazai’s mind and he almost ran to the nearest grocery store. Why Dazai was in a rush, he had no clue. He knew Chuuya wouldn’t be home until the earliest of ten-thirty ish. Dazai bought the ingredients he needed for crab soup, and some basic necessities for Chuuya.
Once Dazai arrived at Chuuya’s house again, it was almost 9:30. Knowing Chuuya won’t be home for another hour or so, Dazai decided to start cooking.
***
The moment the clock hit twelve, Chuuya arrived at his home. Sluggish, injured, and tired, Chuuya almost didn’t notice the heavy aroma of some soup and the clacking of pots. Almost. Chuuya tiredly unlocked his door and was greeted with a loud brunette in his kitchen.
“Hi Chibi~! You’re pretty late, y’know.”
Chuuya grumbled a ‘fuck off’ with half lidded eyes before crashing onto his couch face-first. Dazai looked at Chuuya, worry dancing in his playful eyes. Not like Chuuya could see his eyes anyway, as he was using the couch as a big bed and was lying on his stomach. Once Dazai realized the ginger in front of him had blood almost all over his arms and clothes, he did a double take. Injuries littered the visible parts of the ginger's body and his clothes were ripped and had dried blood staining almost every corner. His hair was disheveled and messy, matted and bloody. A pair of blue and brown eyes made contact with Dazai’s and blinked slowly before closing once again.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Hmm.. Well, I was bored so I went to your house! Then I made food. And I didn’t even burn the house down this time!”
“This time? That was you?!” Chuuya yelled, or tried too, before his voice cracking and he went back to a more quiet voice.
“You sick or something? I didn’t even know slugs could get sick.” Dazai said, before spinning around in his sweater and sweatpants he took from Chuuya’s closet and getting back to his soup.
“I guess it’s good I made soup, right?”
“The fuck did you make soup for?”
“ ‘Cause I was bored.”
“You make soup when you’re bored? The fuck?”
“Well you can’t blame me for wanting to cook-”
“Yes, I can.”
“You didn’t let me finish, idiot. I was gonna say you don’t have any food? When was the last time you ate? You can’t grow if you don’t eat, unless you like being a chibi.
“Shut the fuck up, I ate not too long ago I was just on a mission.”
“How long was the mission?”
“I don’t know, like three days? Who cares? I wanna sleep,” Chuuya groaned, wincing as he hit his arm on the couch. It was a well hidden flinch, one most people won’t notice, except Dazai wasn’t “most people.” Dazai sighed, before pouring the soup into two bowls and grabbing spoons. Dazai walked up to the ginger before placing the soup onto the coffee table.
“C’mon eat, I’m gonna go grab some stuff.”
“ ‘m not hungry, get out.”
“No! Now shut up and eat.”
“Kill yourself.”
“Gladly!”
Another groan left the man's body as he turned his head to the other side to not face the food. His whole body was aching and he could feel warm blood trickling down his arm.
“Alright~! I’m back!”
“Ugghhh..”
“If you don’t eat I’ll start crying! I worked so hard on that soup!”
“I said I’m not hungry, dipshit.”
“Well I said you are, so shut up and eat before I spill your wine down the sink.”
“I’ll punch you so hard you shit your teeth out, shut up.”
“Oh really~?” Dazai sang, before picking up one of Chuuya’s arms and lifting him.
“Ow?! What the fuck was that for?!” Chuuya yelped, clutching his bloody arm. He could practically feel his heartbeat in his body and moving wasn’t helping.
“Yeah I don’t think you would be able to punch me, slug.”
“God I hope you die a slow and painful death.”
“You wound me, chibi,” Dazai said, before taking out a first aid kit from wherever the fuck. Chuuya was too tired to care if he stole it or not. Dazai hummed his suicide song while taking out a soggy towel and dabbing it onto Chuuya’s wounds. The ginger yelped once more at the pain, practically the equivalent to crying out in agony. He opened his eyes at the pain and looked down at the medical supplies. Chuuya flinched upon the sight of the tools, but looked away before he could launch himself into a panic attack. It was a known fact between the two that neither were good with anything medical, especially hospitals. Dazai reassured the man in front of him and started to ramble about his day, to distract Chuuya. Once Dazai had finished placing numbing cream and cleaning off the blood off Chuuya, the hard part came. Stitches. Although not a lot were needed, some of Chuuya’s cuts were so deep, a simple bandage wouldn't fix it.
“Alright Chuuya, I need you to look away for the time being. We can put on music or something.?”
“Why?! I don’t wanna do anything else, can we just sleep?”
“Do you want an infection?”
“I’d rather get an infection before dealing with this bullshit.”
“Well that’s not an option! We’ll do this real quick and then eat the soup, before it gets cold.”
“It’s already cold, idiot.”
“Well I can always reheat it.”
Chuuya slumped upon the couch’s arm rest, deciding it wasn’t worth his energy to fight the bastard. He looked to the side as he zoned out, focusing on Dazai’s humming to calm him down as the man placed numbing cream onto his wounds.
***
Dazai poked Chuuya a couple times, waiting for him to get out of his dissociative stage. As he watched the ginger’s eyes slowly focus back into reality, he got up to reheat the soup.
“Where’re you going?”
“I’m going to reheat the soup, chibi.”
“I’m not gonna eat.”
“Yes you will~” Dazai sang as he turned on the stove. Blue and brown eyes squinted at the brunette before tiredness took over the ginger and he slumped into the couch once more. Once Dazai finished pouring the soup into the two bowls again, he poked Chuuya again and raised a spoon to his face.
“C’mon, eat.”
“No.”
“You have to. It’s been what, three days?”
“I told you, ‘m not hungry.”
“I’m pretty sure you are, chibi.”
“No.”
“Please.” Chuuya blinked twice before turning his head to the brunette in front of him. It was awfully rare for Dazai to ever say “please.” Knowing Dazai wasn’t going to let it up, he sat up, blinking a few times to make the dancing white spots go away.
“C’mon, chibi, please?”
“..”
“Pleeeease..”
Chuuya sighed, scooching closer to the edge of the couch. He used his shaking hands to pick up the spoon, and took in some of the soup. Chuuya made a badly-concealed gagging noise, but Dazai knew now to be upset, he knew Chuuya just wasn’t used to food after so long. Hiding his worry with a smile, the brunette sat next to Chuuya. After taking around three bites, Chuuya looked at Dazai, guilt filling his voice as he spoke.
“Is that enough..?”
“Hm.. how about three more bites?”
“One.”
“Two.”
“One.”
“One and a half.”
Satisfied, (and knowing he won’t be allowed to negotiate further,) Chuuya took an extra two bites, before practically collapsing onto Dazai. The brunette carded his fingers through the other man’s head.
“Should we just sleep here?”
Chuuya made a content noise, fluttering his eyelashes as his eyes got heavy. Dazai reached over to the other side of the couch, pulling out a large soft, dark red blanket. As the couple's limbs intertwined, they chose to watch a cheesy romance as they slowly fell asleep.
“Goodnight, slug.”
“Fuck off…”
“Love you!”
“..... love you too..”