TW: mentions of alcoholism, mentions of suicide I think, gays/j
SOUKOKU FLUFF LET'S GO I'M FINALLY GIVING YOU THERAPY!!1!
"You smell like shit. When even was the last time you took a shower?" Dazai just smiled at him in response. Fucking smiled. He sighed and helped the brunet stand up, before eyeing his body for any serious injuries. Only a few cuts from the glass and bruises.
"Gross." He groaned as Dazai clung onto him. He always acted that way when he got even a little drunk. They went back to the messy apartment and Chuuya looked around, not even surprised. It's the first time he's in Dazai's flat after he left the Port Mafia.
"Well, at least this is better than that box you used to live in" He muttered, kicking an empty can out of his way and tossing Dazai on the couch. He gave the brunet a glass of water, helping him drink at least a few sips. Knowing the idiot, he didn't eat or drink anything beside alcohol today. How can a genius be so fucking dumb?
"Wait here. Don't even thinking about doing anything stupid again or I'll kill you, shitty Dazai" Chuuya made sure to lock the balcony door and started to pick up the dirty clothes around the room before heading to the bathroom and tossing them into the laundry basket. Then, he took all the dishes to the kitchen, noting mentally to do them later or make Dazai do them, he hasn't decided yet. He came back to the living room and used his ability to throw all the trash into the bin.
He looked at Dazai, making sure that he's still sitting on the couch and realized that the other is watching him closely. He blinked in confusion.
"...what?" He raised an eyebrow. Dazai was still silently staring at him for a few seconds, as if he's scrutinizing the red-head.
"...Chuuya would be a good housewife!" The brunet stated, his eyes shining.
"Hah?!" A roll of bandages got tossed at his head, which he wasn't able to dodge due to being intoxicated.
"Chuuya's being mean..." He pouted, massaging his head.
"Quit being dramatic, and I'm not a goddamn housewife, you imbecile!" Chuuya shouted. He has finished tidying up and came up to the sofa. Dazai laughed and he just sighed for the 100th time today. Such a fucking menace.
He helped Dazai get to the bathroom and prepared the bath. Dazai stripped from his clothes and bandages before lowering himself into the bathtub with Chuuya's slight assistance. The man washed his brown, fluffy hair and then left him alone for a few minutes after making sure that there's no sharp objects anywhere near him and still leaving the door open just in case. The idiot couldn't be trusted left completely alone even for a minute in times like this. Chuuya went to the bedroom, looking for some comfortable clothes and fresh bandages.
They've gone through this countless times already, even after Dazai has left the Port Mafia, so it just sort of became a routine. That genius bastard could pick any lock with ease, so he would just randomly break into Chuuya's fancy apartment to the point where half of his stuff was already at the executive's house. Chuuya would sometimes wake up to the sound of messy footsteps stumbling through the flat and could always tell that it's just drunk Dazai again.
Damn him and his alcoholic ass.
He went back to the bathroom and put the stuff down to help Dazai get out of the bathtub. He then took care of the other's injuries and wrapped his body in bandages. No words were spoken during that, but neither of them felt awkward. It was a comfortable silence and nobody felt the need to put an end to it.
"I'm guessing you won't eat anything at the moment, will you?" Dazai shook his head no and Chuuya only sighed, again.
"Fine, but you're fucking eating after you wake up, or I will force-feed your skinny ass. Now go sleep, you menace."
"Cuddle me." Dazai said firmly, it sounded more like an order than a request.
"Hah?! We're not sixteen anymore, idiot!"
Silence
"..."
"...fine, whatever, let's go..." Chuuya rolled his eyes and grumbled, taking Dazai to the couch and grabbing a blanket to cover the two of them. He put on some TV cooking show and turned the sound down so that it wouldn't be too loud, while Dazai fell asleep on his shoulder. Five minutes later he was already out. Chuuya glanced at him, taking in the peaceful expression of his. A small smile graced his features as he hugged the idiot tighter.
His idiot.
His very much alive and breathing idiot.
"Sleep tight, Osamu."
word count: 777 (wow such a lucky number lmao)
A/N:
Guess who's back for the thousandth time!! Sorryyy I know I'm neglectic y'all but yk how it is hahaaa
This one has no angst at all but I love soukoku fluff 😭😭
I'm also trying to improve my writing style since I'm not really proud of it atm cuz I fail to describe emotions of the characters and all... I just feel like I'm not good enough or whatever idc
Probably the main reason why I stopped posting anything yippeeee
Anyways.
WHO WANTS T BE THE CHUUYA TO MY DAZAI OR THE OPPOSITE (I kin both💀)
I'm a single needy bastard
yeah okay well
I had this in my drafts for a long time but felt too insecure to post this 😭💀
k bye
Hope you enjoyed as always and have a good day/afternoon/night!!!
So proud of you!!!
You're enough<333
mwah mwah I love y'all sm
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