Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

Hoodie

Characters included: 15!dazai, chuuya.

It was about 2am. The rain was pouring heavily outside, and all the lights were off in the apartment, apart from the one in the living room.

Dazai was sat on a chair at the table, listening to the rough sounds of the rain as it hit the ground repeatedly. Even though he was tired from the events of today, the brunette wasn't exactly tempted into moving from the chair he was sat in. He stood alone in silence before it was disturbed by the front door opening, then a familiar voice speaking over the rain outside as they put their umbrella and coat away.

"Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"
"Why haven't you grown taller yet?"
"Why haven't you STOPPED BEING AN ASS ABOUT MY HEIGHT YET?!"

Dazai smirks, Chuuya groans.
"I just walked into this hell of an apartment after a long and hard fucking mission, and you've already started pissing me off?"
"What can I say? You're an easy target."
"Go drown in the river 20 yards away from this flat."

Before Dazai could respond with another witty remark, he walked off into the bathroom, locking it behind himself. It didnt take long before the shower started running, so this allowed Dazai to continue his zoning out session and maybe even replay their conversation in his head.

Chuuya spent a good 30 minutes in the bathroom, mostly just letting the hot water run over him. but he did however wash his hair and body for the last 10 minutes he spent in there. When he walked out, he was wearing a black hoodie and some sweatpants. The weather was said to be atleast under -2 degrees tonight, hence Chuuya wore a baggy outfit for the night. As he headed back into the living room, The redhead couldn't help but be surprised the brunette was still there. He ignores his presence however and sits down on the couch.

Dazai looks over at chuuya and furrows his eyebrows
"Chuuya, is that my hoodie?"

Chuuya froze as he glances back up at dazai, a confused look plastered on his face.
"..No?"
He says slowly as if Dazai was speaking another language.
The taller male stared at the other blankly.

"Look, I didnt know this was yours. I Just picked up whatever was in the closet."
Dazai rolls his eyes and groans.
"Chuuya~.."

"I didn't know!"
"Whatever, keep it. Im not interested in wearing it after you did."
"Im not even dirty. I just took a shower!"
"Still, it's dirty with your dead skin."
"what??- look, I can just wash it the next morning if you're gonna be that overdramatic about it."
"No matter. Its always gonna have your particles on it."

"You're so irritating!"

Dazai ignores chuuya's comment, getting up.

"Where you going?"
"To the magic land of gnomes and pegasuses flying across the sky, feasting on rainbows."

Chuuya gives him a weird look.

"To my room, you moron."
"Then just say it, you ass."
"Whatever. Im telling Kouyou you were the one that stole her eyeliner last week."
"If you tell her that, Im telling Odasaku you stole his cigarettes again."
"Fine."
"Fine!"

With that, Dazai headed to his room, leaving Chuuya alone in the living room.

The redhead soon settled into the silence once the latter left to his bedroom. He had found himself lightly sniffing at the hoodie every once in a while as he scrolled through social media and texted his friends (Not that they would have responded, considering it was almost 3am, but they would see the messages in the morning, right?) But as he took in the scent, he did realize that the brunette wore a unique smell which wasnt easily recognizable. He placed his phone beside himself and as weird as it was, he allowed himself to enjoy his partner's fragrance despite how weird and disgusting it may seem.

It didn't take long before he fell asleep, his face buried in his arms as his body leaned against the couch.

The next morning, dazai walked out to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. As he passed the living room, he noticed chuuya, huddled up in his hoodie and snoring lightly.
He looked chuuya weirdly, but snickered silently to himself.

Once he got his water, he headed back into his room.

725 words. And it took me 3 hours to rewrite this. Damn being an author is hard.

The morning after, Chuuya caught a cold, meaning he had to work from home for about a week. Chuuya wore the same hoodie again a few days after. Dazai ignored him.

(They're both too inlove to admit it) /j