There goes a day | Dazai x m! reader

9.

AN- I finished editing this earlier than I expected to so i'll just publish it now instead of tomorrow

When you awoke, it took you all of three seconds to feel just how hungover you were. You sat up with a groan, your joints and muscles sparking with pain and protesting the whole time, and the movement seemed to stir Chuuya next to you, because he opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows.

"It's early," he complained. "What are you doing awake?"

"It's-" You paused, looking for your phone, or an alarm clock, or something. After a moment, you found his phone instead, and leaned over Chuuya to look at the screen. "It's nearly ten." Chuuya groaned and moved to get up.

"Ugh, fuck me," he complained as he sat up. "We're late. We're so late."

You got out of bed and ended up dressing in what you had worn to work the previous day. (You looked disheveled at best and insane at worst, but it was fine. Totally, completely fine.)

Aside from the splitting headache you were dealing with, you were fine for the most part.

Chuuya was getting dressed too, dressing in what he had worn yesterday- dress shirt, vest, slacks. You stumbled over to your closet and pulled out a red sweater for him, then tossed it to him.

"What's this?" he asked. You shrugged.

"Maybe I don't want you to be caught in the clothes you wore last night."

"You're wearing your work clothes from yesterday. I think you just wanted an excuse to see me in your clothes."

"Maybe you're right," you said simply, then winced when you glanced out the window, pretty much directly into the sun. "God, my head hurts like a bitch."

"Vision?" Chuuya asked once he had pulled the sweater on.

"Hangover. We split an entire bottle of wine last night, not sure how much you remember," you teased, and he moved to help you with the buttons of your shirt. You rolled up the sleeves to your elbows.

"Oh, I remember, alright," he said with a smile. "And I remember you tackling me to the floor. Ow, by the way."

You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair affectionately. "You're welcome. I'm so good at tackling people." He mumbled something under his breath you didn't catch, trying to fix his hair to no avail.

"You suck," he complained as you fixed his hair for him.

"Aw, too bad," you teased, pulling him closer by his hips and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You might wanna stop by your apartment and fix yourself up a bit before we head into work. And you might wanna cover this up." You pressed your fingers into a shockingly dark hickey you'd left on his neck the previous night. He winced.

"Whatever," he said. "About last night, uh..."

"You regret it?" you asked, pulling away a bit and moving to grab your phone and the other things you needed for the day.

"No," he responded so quickly you almost wondered if he had actually heard the question. "No, of course not. Just- that was... nice. It was a different side of you, I guess." He clearly had more to say, but instead he stopped himself and stretched upward, his back popping rather loudly.

You moved to close the curtains. It was too bright.

At the very least you were both fully dressed now. Chuuya slipped out of the room and you were vaguely aware of the faint yet unmistakable sound of him rummaging through the medicine cabinet in your bathroom. Painkillers, maybe. You left the room yourself a moment later, leaving the door open behind you and pointedly ignoring the mild chaos you found your living area in in favor of grabbing the things you needed for work. Cell phone, apartment key, notebook. (Better safe than sorry.)