I want to be an idle teen.

13.Suicidal

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As soon as the physical exam and the treatment of his healing injuries ended, he got to head out in one of the fanciest cars he's ever even seen , let alone had the chance to get driven in.

These were the direct orders from Dazai himself, which made him feel like the man might've stopped being mad at him.

Or at the very least cared about him enough to make sure that he arrived back home safely. That was a good sign in Nakajima's head.

And as he got dropped off, he couldn't help but sigh in relief, as soon as he got back inside of the house and crashed down on the couch.

Even though he had a whole bedroom to himself, he preferred being here. The bed felt….too good.

He was used to sleeping on the floor, inside a cage even, so the upgrade from that to the king sized mattress was a bit overwhelming for him.

That's why he found himself sometimes not being able to sleep in the bed. Found himself going out of the huge room and crashing on the couch, found the sounds of Dazai through the night a bit more soothing than the deafening silence he heard from the guest bedroom.

He knew that he should probably first change, take a shower, do something , but all he truly wanted to do right now was lay down. Lay down for a bit and enjoy being alone.

The tiger stared at the turned on TV, which stayed on during his whole stay so far, and watched the channel, stared at it blankly, the blank noise from it becoming a background sound, one that emptied his head.

Enough so that he didn't have to think.

Today was a lot. But at the very least, he knew that he wasn't being kicked out on the streets again.

And that his executive seemingly cared about his well being.

Although he couldn't say that he enjoyed the day, he could, however, say that he enjoyed the conversation with Chuuya after the punishment. He enjoyed talking with the redhead. Felt like it was pretty calming, to have a normal conversation for once.

But, as he laid there, for around ten minutes, he picked himself up from the couch and began heading for the bathroom inside of his room, dragging his aching body to it almost, holding each surfac on the way.

The tiger healed most of the major injuries, luckily for him. But he was s till exhausted nonetheless.

He supposed that was the mental side effect of the torture, but that was to be expected.

Good things had bad sides, bad things had good sides. That was just the way that it was.

And as he prepared his clothes for when he got out of the shower, he couldn't help but think of the good side of things.