Drunk Teen Actions

Extra - 3 and 1

Three ways Osamu took care of Chuuya and one way Chuuya took care of Osamu.

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1.

Chuuya hadn't noticed it at first. Osamu's actions were very subtle and almost unnoticed. Perhaps that's what he had intended but he'd married the one man still alive able to notice even the smallest things about him.

He noticed it late one night after they had moved into their new home. There was a mug of steaming coffee on the counter when he entered the kitchen. The thing is, Chuuya's favorite mug had been broken in the move. The mug in front of him was not a perfect copy of it, but it was quite close. Not only that, Chuuya didn't make the coffee in the mug. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Osamu to brew a pot of coffee - it was the one thing Chuuya trusted him not to fuck up drastically - but it was still something that Chuuya started noticing more frequently.

"Stay safe at work, slug," Osamu said, kissing his cheek as he headed out the door.

"You too. Love you," Chuuya said, still working off the last dregs of sleep as he picked up the clearly new mug and sipped at its contents.

"Love you too," Osamu said. The door clicked behind him and Chuuya smiled into his coffee. He definitely could enjoy hundreds more morning meetings if the mornings were like this one.

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2.

The next thing Chuuya noticed was Osamu's attention towards his hair care routine. For a while, Chuuya had wondered if the other man had been staring at the marks from their intimacy, but he had noticed that that wasn't the focus of it, as it happened every time he bathed, not just after every time they'd slept together. He watched carefully every time Chuuya had left the bath or the shower and hauled himself up on the counter because he didn't want to stand as he took out his hair products.

It was yet another night of Chuuya noticing his husband's gaze, noticing it not once wandering to the marks on his collarbone and back, as he stepped from the shower. Chuuya sat on the bathroom counter, hair products and an old t-shirt from his teen years in hand, like he did after every hair wash. This time, however, Osamu came up behind him and grabbed the first product from Chuuya's hand.

"May I?"

The redhead whipped around to the brunet, staring at the product in his hand, then back at his face.

"You're sure?"

"Mmhmm."

"...okay, then."

Osamu gently raked the products through Chuuya's hair bit by bit, almost practiced in the motion. Chuuya leaned further into it as Osamu took the time to just massage his head. Tension bled out of Chuuya under Osamu's ministrations. He hadn't even realized when Osamu finished until a kiss landed on his shoulder as hands pulled away from his head.

"Feeling good?" Osamu asked.

"Better than," Chuuya muttered, leaning back until he was close to falling off, kissing Osamu from the awkward position.

"You're going to ruin my work in making you relaxed in that position."

"Thank you, 'samu."

"Anytime."

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3.

The day Chuuya came home with a major injury for the first time since they had reconnected, he had attempted to hide it to avoid making his husband worry. One particularly crafty ability user of some smugglers had gotten him with a knife before the fight had even begun and he'd activated his ability. To be quite honest, the injury itself wasn't a big deal, just rather annoying. It didn't hit anywhere that would cause long term problems. It was just painful and meant bedrest for a few days on order of the Port Mafia's doctors.