Soukoku Oneshots

Dazai's Bad Day

Dazai woke up and instantly knew it was going to be a bad day. His body felt heavy, like something he didn't belong in. He felt like he wanted to claw through his skin. The blanket felt too itchy.

Every sensation was, to an excruciating degree, heightened.

He slowly turned onto his side, still tucked into bed. Chuuya was getting ready to head out for his port mafia work. Today he would probably be stuck inside the office, completing paperwork, having just done a large mission yesterday, now needing to write up what happened the entirety of the mission.

Dazai makes a sound akin to a wounded animal, while shifting slightly. Chuuya turns to complain about Dazai being lazy again, only to turn around and see instantaneously that it's not a good day.

Chuuya's face softens. "Osamu how are you feeling?" He spoke softly, fondness, adoration and worry clear in his tone.

Dazai for a few moments didn't give any inclination he heard Chuuya, before he slowly lifted his hand giving a so-so sign.

Chuuya sighs. "That bad huh?"

Making a spur of the moment decision, Chuuya decides he will stay in today. He only needs to complete some paperwork that he took home last night. If he finishes that early, he could probably find some other kind of desk work to do at home.

Exchanging his mafia-typical attire into comfortable a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a maroon knit sweater while Osamu watched him, eyes bleary, unable to focus for long.

Chuuya quickly grabbed his laptop and work folder from the coffee table in the living room, before he slotted himself under the covers, right next to his husband in their shared bed.

Dazai said nothing, just grabbing onto one of Chuuya's thighs with both arms, burying his face into the side of his waist.

Chuuya logs into his computer with one hand while he pet Dazai's head with the other.

Today is going to be a simple, quiet day.

Two hours later Dazai awoke, he felt slightly more coherent then before. Having not felt like he wanted to tear his skin off anyway possible anymore, he turned his head up to Chuuya.

"...bad day." His voice small, almost meek, but present.

Chuuya only gives a small smile while he looks down on him. Dazai's sleep addled hair, curling and sticking up in random spots, his tired face, oh how he loved this man. "I know love. You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything."

Dazai's eyes shine brightly, the chocolate brown turning into a bright caramel. The corner of his lips quirk up, not in a mean way as it usually was, but in a soft, grateful kind of way.

"...thank you Chuu'"

Chuuya only hums.

They lay there in silence for another hour, nothing but the rustle of the sheets, the clicking of the keyboard and their combined, soft breathing could be heard.

"... why do you love me?"

Chuuya looked down at Dazai, his eyebrows lifted slightly in suprised. "What do you mean by that love?"

"I mean, you're gay right? And I'm not a real guy, so why do you love me?"

Chuuya only sighs and shakes his head. "Osamu you're as real of a man as there is. You're as much of a man as I need."

Neither say anything for a few moments as Chuuya runs his hand through Dazai's hair.

Dazai gives a watery smile before a tear slips past his eyelids. He bury's his head back into Chuuya's waist, gripping harshly onto his thigh. He whispers quietly. "Thank you Chuuya."

Chuuya only pats him atop his head, carding his fingers through his hair.

"What are you up to eating?" Chuuya broke the silence.

Dazai thought for a second. "Maybe soup? Ooo! How about crab!?"

Chuuya let out a small chuckle under his breath. "So what I'm hearing is you have an appetite?"

Dazai nods his head excitably. "Mhm!"

"Alright, we'll get out of bed and I'll make us some crab soup."

Coaxing Dazai to let go of his leg, he climbs out of bed, his puppy of a husband following closely behind him.

Slowly he starts making his way to the kitchen, Dazai a pace behind him.

Chuuya quickly grabs all of the materials he needs to cook, turning on the stovetop. Once he sets himself behind the stove to cook, Dazai wraps his arms around his waist, resting his chin on top Chuuya's shoulder to watch as he works.

After mixing all of the ingredients, Chuuya covers the pot, leaving it to simmer for around ten minutes. He turns around, reciprocating the hug, wrapping his arms around Dazai's shoulders.

Dazai tucks his head into Chuuya's neck.

He breathes in, taking in his husbands barely noticeable smokey scent as he did so. He breathes out some of the naturally built tension in his shoulder as he was held firmly in the arms of his lover.

As Dazai focuses on his breathing, Chuuya plays with his curls, content to stand here as long as the other needs.

They stand there together for a good while until they here a beeping sound. They begrudgingly let eachother go as Chuuya starts to plate the food.

As Chuuya plates the food, Dazai goes and sits down on his second favourite bar stool, the only one that wasn't wobbly, behind the island.

He almost starts dissociating again until a bowl is slid across the island in front of him.

"Eat."

Chuuya says as he sets his bowl next to Dazai's.

"How do you feel about me sitting in your lap, Samu?"

Dazai thinks on it briefly before he nods his head. Chuuya takes that as an okay and climbs onto Dazai's lap, sitting sideways with one arm wrapped around his neck.

Dazai blinks. That's not how Chuuya normally sits in his lap, he think he kind of likes it.

"'Samu, you gotta focus a little here, eat."

Without much more prompting, Dazai picks up the spoon Chuuya had placed in his bowl, bringing the food up to his mouth.

Together, the two of them sit on that bar stool, eating their warm lunch in silence. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, it was soft, neither needed to say anything for the other to understand.

Dazai finished most of the meal, placing his spoon in his bowl gently, as to not make a loud sound before he wraps his arms around Chuuya's waist, burying his head into the crook of his neck.

Chuuya finished soon after, getting off of Dazai's lap to collect the bowls.

After placing the dishes in the sinks he turns back to face Dazai.

"Back to bed?"

Dazai only nods before Chuuya picks him up into a bridal carry. Dazai curls his arms around his own waist, making sure to not touch certain parts of his body.

They quickly make their way back to the shared bedroom. Chuuya softly places Dazai down into the spot he was previously before he climbed into bed himself, situating the two of them back into their original positions, with Dazai's arms wrapped around Chuuya's thigh and Chuuya's work computer in his lap.

Dazai soon falls back asleep, encompassed in a feeling of soft and warm safety.

Maybe today wasn't that bad after all.
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