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Snowballs and Sweaters

Tws/Tags: Fluff, Snowball Fight, Bubble Bath, Bathing/Washing, Living Together, Literal Sleeping Together, Fireplaces, Comfort No HurtComfort, Snow
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“I bet you can’t catch me!” Dazai ran through the park, snowball in his gloved hands. He raised his arm, ready to throw the ball of snow. But before he could throw it, an even larger snowball hit him right in the face, the coldness of it making his cheeks turn a bright red.

“Hah, I got you! I got you!” Chuuya jumped up and down in joy, though it was short-lived because he was hit right back with a smaller but still large ball of snow.

“And I got you too, Chibi! Now we’re fair,” Dazai yelled back excitedly.

Before long, the two were wet with melted snow and exhausted from chasing each other around the park. They were sitting on a wooden bench next to the empty playground, most parents probably telling their kids that it was too cold to play outside today.

“Dazai, I’m cold. Can we go home?” Chuuya looked up at the brunette with blue irises. Dazai always loved Chuuya’s eyes. They were icy blue, like a frozen lake in winter.

“Of course, Darling. Let’s go.”

Dazai reached out for Chuuya’s hand and held it all the way back to their shared apartment. It was fairly small, but it was big enough for the two of them. It was their perfect little home, and they loved it so much. They truly couldn’t ask for a better life.

The redhead squeezed Dazai’s hand lightly as the two walked up to the door to the apartment. Dazai unlocked it and they went inside, the warmth of the heating being very noticeable after being in weather below freezing.

Dazai quickly closed and locked the door behind them, taking off Chuuya’s hat for him and placing it at the very top of the coat rack, just to mess with him when he tries to put it on for work in the morning.

“I saw that you bastard,” Chuuya pointed a gloved finger at the taller man, trying so hard not to laugh. He failed, of course, tumbling onto his knees in laughter, Dazai doing the same a few seconds later.

The two were a laughing mess on the floor, giggling and smiling at each other. Everything was perfect.

The giggling fit didn’t last long though. Chuuya was cold, and so was Dazai. They were both shivering with chattering teeth, despite their multiple layers and the heating unit turned on.

“Hey, Babe? Do you maybe want to take a hot bath together? I know you don’t like bathing, but we can add bubbles and I’ll wash your hair for you,” Chuuya asked the bandaged man politely, not knowing whether his answer would be a yes or no”

“A hot bath sounds kind of nice, plus it would warm us up a bit. So yeah, I’m up for it,” Dazai smiled at the older man, nodding his head towards the bathroom down the hall.

Chuuya slowly undressed from his wet clothing, peeling off multiple layers of socks and sweaters. While he undressed, Dazai ran the bath, having Chuuya check the temperature to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold. Once he deemed the water perfect for the two of them, he helped Dazai undress.

Unlike Chuuya, who was in lots of layers, Dazai was underdressed. He claims his bandages “keep him warm”, but Chuuya doesn’t believe that. Chuuya scolds him for his lack of layers like every other winter and helps him into the bubbly bathtub. There was even a yellow rubber duck.

Chuuya sighed comfortably as he slid into the bath behind Dazai, hugging his unbandaged body from behind, “Would you like me to wash your hair for you, baby?”

Dazai nodded slowly, looking back at the smaller man, smiling at him softly with a, “Thank you.”

Chuuya grabbed the bottle of shampoo and lathered it into Dazai’s hair, massaging his scalp softly. Dazai leaned into the redhead’s sweet touch, humming at the nice feeling on his head.

After Chuuya had finished washing his hair, he scooped some bath water into his hands and dumped it onto Dazai’s hair. He continued to do that until the shampoo was completely washed out.

Chuuya washed and rinsed his hair and then drained the bath. He reached into the wooden cabinet above the bathtub and grabbed a fluffy blue towel, handing it to his lover and grabbing a white one for himself.

“Thank you,” Dazai muttered and wrapped the towel around his waist, waiting for Chuuya to do the same before walking with his partner into their shared bedroom.

“Do you need help dressing?” Chuuya didn’t wait for an answer as he went to grab Dazai an oversized fluffy sweater and a pair of boxers. The sweater is a similar color to his towel.

Chuuya pulled the boxers onto Dazai’s hips, letting the taller man do the rest. Chuuya then helped Dazai slip the blue sweater over his body, the sweater falling off of one shoulder. This sweater must be made for giants if it’s too big for Dazai.

Chuuya then got dressed, pulling on a matching sweater and a pair of boxers.

“Bandages or no?” Chuuya asked Dazai, surprise showing on his face when Dazai shook his head. It’s rare that he keeps his bandages off, even at home. Whatever makes him comfortable though, Chuuya just wants him to be comfortable and happy.

The two walk over to the sofa, joining hands but quickly letting go so Dazai could turn on the fireplace. It’s the least he could do to return the favor to Chuuya. He’s been spoiling him all day after all.

Once Dazai got the fireplace going, we went to sit next to Chuuya on the sofa, cuddling up next to him.

“I love you, Chibi.”

“I love you too, stupid Mackerel.

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