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Redamancy

Tw/Tags: Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Kissing, Tickling, Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions
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Dazai wakes up with someone else's legs wrapped around his own, a head resting under his chin and his hand tangled in hair that isn't his.

He sighs quietly in contentment. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to waking up like this.

(A part of him doesn't want to get used to it. It's only been a week or so, but it always fills him with butterflies and makes him feel giddy like a child. He'd have no complaints if that never changed.)

Chuuya is warm, a comforting weight against him. He'd like to stay here, held in his partner's arms, forever.

He doesn't know how okay they are. He doesn't know how much of their past they're both willing to ignore. He doesn't really care. He'd do anything to keep holding Chuuya like this.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, not wanting to wake Chuuya but needing to let him know. "I won't leave you again."

Chuuya stirs. "Idiot," he mumbles, barely audible from the way his face is pressed into Dazai's chest. "Like I'm gonna let you go."

Dazai smiles. "Well, good morning."

Chuuya pulls away to rub at his eyes. "'s too early," he groans. He blinks up at Dazai, and their eyes meet. Chuuya's eyes are the prettiest shade of blue, in Dazai's opinion. They remind him of the sky. He remembers saying that out loud once, and he remembers Chuuya's bright red face and being told to shut up if he valued his life—he didn't, but he shut up anyway.

"The hell are you staring at?" comes Chuuya's voice, and Dazai is snapped back into reality only to realise he has, indeed, been staring.

Can you blame him, though? He could gaze at Chuuya for hours and not get tired.

He voices his thoughts, making Chuuya duck his head so Dazai can't see his face. "Fuck off!"

Dazai laughs. It's weird, how he's always shown his love through quiet and subtle ways, and now he just wants to scream to the world that he adores Chuuya and wants to be with him forever.

(The other day, on a mission, Kunikida had asked if he was going to bombard the woman with talk of double suicide. For once, Dazai hesitated.

The answer was no.)

"I love you," he murmurs. Chuuya shoves his head further into Dazai's chest.

"Love you too, asshole."

In the years they went without seeing each other, Dazai figured his feelings had faded. Even if they hadn't, he decided there was no need to bother thinking about it, because Chuuya probably hated his guts anyway.

They saw each other again.

The feelings hadn't gone away.

He only realised that they were there in the first place when he was sixteen, when he finally understood Oda's knowing glances at the two of them. He and Chuuya always argued, even back then, but there were times when they could manage to get along. Dazai had made some stupid joke, it wasn't even funny, but it had startled a genuine laugh out of Chuuya and it had made Dazai's heart skip a beat in a way that it never did with anyone else.

A lot of things started to make sense.

From that day forward, it became Dazai's goal to make him laugh as often as he could, and every time sounded just as lovely as the first. He had multiple ways he went about it, because his horrible jokes only made Chuuya roll his eyes and punch his arm most of the time. He remembers his favourite way, which was—

"Hey, Chuuya," he says, getting an idea. "Are you still ticklish?"

"No," Chuuya answers immediately, too fast for it to be the truth. He must realise his mistake, because he quickly follows it up with, "Don't you dare."

Dazai knew the answer before he even asked. He was always the least ticklish out of the two of them, and if he hasn't grown out of it then Chuuya definitely hasn't.

He pushes Chuuya over so that he's on his back and can't hide in Dazai's shirt anymore. He grabs Chuuya's wrists in his hand, holding them over his head. Chuuya is smiling nervously before Dazai even does anything, and a stream of giggles spills out as soon as Dazai begins tickling at his sides.

"I think you got even more ticklish!" he coos, leaning down to pepper kisses across Chuuya's neck.

Chuuya turns his head the other way in a futile attempt to make it stop. "Shuhuhut uhup!"

Dazai notices the way Chuuya squirms when his fingers get too close to his stomach. Of course, he has to explore that more. Chuuya squeals, tugging at his arms to no avail while Dazai moves his shirt to get at his bare skin.

Dazai knows he's staring again, but he can't help it. Chuuya's face is split in half from his wide grin, his shoulders shaking and his cheeks red from his laughter. His messy hair is even worse than usual, especially because it's not held back in a ponytail. Chuuya is adorable, and he's beautiful, and Dazai's heart swells in his chest.

"Dahahazahai!" Even though it's being forced out of him, Chuuya's laugh is Dazai's favourite sound. He releases both hands and leans down to give him a kiss, but with how much Chuuya is smiling and squirming, it doesn't last very long at all. He doesn't care.

Chuuya's blush is even brighter. "Fuhuck yohohou! Yohou shitty bahahastard!"

"Fuck me yourself." Dazai sighs. "You're being so mean, chibi. What did I ever do?"

"T-tihickle me!"

Dazai can't help the grin that forms immediately. "Of course I will!"

Chuuya hisses in sudden realisation of what he said. "Thahat's nohohot whahat I meheant!"

His hands are shoving at Dazai's wrists, so Dazai complies to his request and moves his hands down to his hips. He can hear Chuuya's sharp inhale at just his hands resting on the bones. He almost decides against it, knowing how bad that spot is.

Actually, that's a lie. He doesn't feel bad at all, and Chuuya's cackles when he finally digs in just make him want to do it more.

"C-cuhut it ohohout!" Chuuya pleads, weakly trying to swat Dazai away. "I cahahan't!"

"Sure you can!" says Dazai, but he doesn't go for much longer. Chuuya is tired, he doesn't have enough strength to last as long as he normally would.

Oh well. He'll just have to continue later.

He gazes down at Chuuya, hiccupping in between soft laughter. Dazai pulls him into a strong embrace, burying his face in his neck.

"Cute," he hums against the skin, making Chuuya burst into a new fit of giggles.

"I'll kihill you."

Dazai's only response is to kiss all over his neck and shoulder, not stopping no matter how much Chuuya squirms.

He thinks he could be happy with this life.

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