touch me and I'll kill you

3

Dazai knocked on the door. "Master Chuuya? I brought you some clothes." 

Chuuya opened the door and pointed to the ground. "Drop them." 

"Alright," Dazai placed the clothes on the ground and slid them over. 

"Great," Chuuya picked them up and put them on immediately. He adjusted his vest and moved his gloves up. "Where is my hat?" Chuuya frowned. 

"Oh...I knew I was missing something," Dazai hurried off and returned. "You look much better without it, you know?" He held out the hat reluctantly and Chuuya snatched it. 

"I barely sleep. It's the least I can do to cover up my eyebags," Chuuya used the rim of his hat to cover his tired eyes. "My hair is also annoying." 

"I don't think so," Dazai smiled. "I think your hair has just enough curl to make me want to wrap it around my fingers." Dazai reached out to grab some of Chuuya's hair but he stepped back. 

"Don't touch me!" 

"Right, right," Dazai sighed. 

"You suicidal freak!" Chuuya huffed, hiding his face with his hat even more. He didn't want to look at Dazai's smug face upon seeing him blush. 

"Hm," Dazai crossed his arms. "Are you going to eat your breakfast?" 

"Ah," Chuuya froze. He looked at Dazai's face, oddly serious, and backed up until he reached the wall. "No?" 

"That's not good, Master Chuuya, you need to eat at least something," Dazai frowned. 

"Says you, who probably doesn't eat breakfast either." 

"I'll have you know that I take very good care of my body," he placed his hand on his chest and smirked. "I can show you, if you'd like," he suggested, unbuttoning his shirt and undoing the ribbon in his shirt's collar. 

"Stop stripping!" Chuuya squeaked. 

"Master Chuuya, you're so fun to tease," Dazai laughed but ultimately removed his hand from his shirt. "I'll go get your food." 

"Real food, please, don't come back in some weird outfit," Chuuya pleaded, sinking to the floor and hugging his knees. 

"Oh, were you imagining me in one?" Dazai looked over his shoulder and grinned. 

"Just go get my food already," Chuuya huffed. 

Dazai returned with the tray and placed it in front of Chuuya as he sat on the floor. Dazai sat opposite to him and smiled, watching him eat. "Why are you staring at me?" Chuuya asked. 

"To make sure you're going to eat it." 

"I have survived this long without you, what makes you think I can't take care of myself?" Chuuya frowned. 

"Well, Master Chuuya, if I'm being honest..." Dazai sighed and leaned back on his arms, resting his hands against the floor. "You haven't cleaned an inch of this place in quite some time and the only food you did have in the kitchen was half eroded away. Just one glance outside and I can see the number of trees you've killed and grass trying to see if you were still cursed or not. That doesn't make for a very fruitful harvest if you're trying to grow your own food." 

Chuuya flinched. "It's not very easy," he adjusted his hat, "to live like this." 

"Which is why you need me," Dazai smiled, grabbing Chuuya's gloved hand. "You can always kill me if I'm no longer useful." 

"Stop doing that!" Chuuya snatched his hand away only for Dazai to pin him to the wall.

"Stop doing what?" Dazai grinned innocently. 

"You really have a death wish, pinning me down every chance you get," Chuuya squeaked. 

Dazai took a piece of bread off of the tray. "I think you need to finish your breakfast." He put the piece of bread in his mouth. 

"Eh?" Chuuya backed his face away since Dazai was getting closer to him but the wall ended his path quickly. The bread touched his mouth and Chuuya bit into it reluctantly. He couldn't tell how close his lips were to Dazai's so he ate very slowly to avoid touching him. Dazai broke off the piece in his mouth and stood up, placing his hands on his hips. 

"That was an indirect kiss, wasn't it?" 

"What part of this don't you understand?" Chuuya held his face in his gloved hands, ignoring Dazai's comment completely. "Touch me and I'll kill you!"