Fate Hates Us All, Remember? || Soukoku \ BSD

Two? || May 10th

Chuuya had been living with Dazai for six days now, and Dazai was getting real sick of it. 'He gets home too tired to bother Chuuya. Drats.' Chuuya had only insisted on moving in due to how poorly Dazai takes care of himself. Now, Chuuya doesn't always have the time or energy to clean up after Dazai when he makes an utter mess, so there were rules. Fun.

"DAZAI. FUCKING. OSAMU." Chuuya had walked through the door to find Dazai across the couch playing a video game he bought earlier walking home out of boredom. 

"What is it this time? I already did what I was supposed to!" He looked over the couch tiredly once he paused his game. Single player games are always better for that.

"Oh really?" Chuuya hung up his hat and coat on a coat rack that he brought from his apartment a couple days ago. "Then tell me, why you didn't VACUUM!" 

"It's still clean? There is not a crumb in sight!" Dazai protested as flopped back onto the couch. "I even asked google if it was someting to anger your cleanfreak of an enemy/roommate! It said they wouldn't notice!"

"Bit-"

Knocking was at the door. "Op- Sorry, forgot to tell you I ordered takeout tonight."

"Didn't I say no more takeout?" He looked absolutely exhausted, not just at Dazai, but he did come home way later than usual.

"Yeah, well, you look tired anyways! You don't have to wear yourself out even more due to my hunger for some takeout!" Dazai jumped off the couch and greeted the guy at the door who looked to be in his late teens. "Hi! This my food?" Dazai smiled eagerly at the younger.

"Uh-huh!" He smiled shyly back, exchanging the box filled with delicious noodles, rice, sushi and a bit more with money. 

"Thank you very much!" Dazai cheered opening the box to double check if everything he ordered was there.

"Is- is your roommate alright-? He sort of looks like he's about to pass out." He sheepishly asked.

"No worries! he just got home, well have a good one!" Dazai nearly wanted to tackle Chuuya for nearly faceplanting onto the couch. It was Dazai's couch, not his!

"Same to you!" 

Dazai closed the door and started seperating the food between the two of them. Chuuya was apparently had passed out right by the couch, almost like he knew Dazai would've dragged him outside if he slept on his couch. Dazai sighed. This was supposedly the guy to make Dazai care about staying alive. Ironic considering he overworks himself to death anytime Mori needed something work-related. Hell, Chuuya was usually always the best choice if Mori needed Elise, his dumb ability, to have someone to hang out with. 

Dazai headed into his room and changed into a gray shirt and black, knee long shorts. It might've left a bit more of his skin revealed, but atleast his bandages covered him very well. He walked back into the other room and started poking at the sleepy chibi. It was a bit too quiet for comfort considering he isn't alone in the apartment anymore. It ended up luring his brain back to his bandages. Bandages have always stuck to his skin, whether they were the small baindaids or the long fabric that sqeezed his skin. To be fair, the only reason he wears them was because after a while he just got so used to having them on. It was better to just already wear and bleed rather than having to look for some and have 'them' stare. People had a staring problem. They also talk. It was annoying to Dazai. 

Chuuya started mumbling at Dazai to stop poking him. He giggled at the sight. Chuuya didn't exactly stare, nor did he talk behind your back. He rushed to give assistance. Chuuya always acted first and talked after he knew everything was alright. Course, this means nothing due to the chibi's anger problems. He fusses at everything Dazai does! How is Dazai supposed to live through being his roomate? 'Maybe he yells at you because of what you did.'