Nothing Is Impossible || Soukoku

33|| Heatwave Of Realization

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Chapter song: Heatwaves by Glass Animals. You can listen the song if you want to! 

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The summer sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the city. The air was thick with humidity, and the asphalt roads seemed to shimmer in the heat. Dazai lay sprawled on the living room couch, an ice pack draped over his forehead. His shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He groaned, his hand weakly waving a fan in front of his face.

Chuuya stood in the kitchen, a pitcher of lemonade in his hands. He poured two glasses and carried them over to the living room, setting one down on the coffee table in front of Dazai. "Here," he said, his voice softer than usual. "This should help."

Dazai opened one eye and glanced at the glass. "Thanks," he murmured, pushing himself up to take a sip. The cool liquid was refreshing, but it did little to alleviate the oppressive heat.

Chuuya watched him, his own glass untouched. "It's so hot today," he remarked, trying to make small talk. His eyes lingered on Dazai's face, nothing the flush in his cheeks and the way his hair stuck to his forehead.

Dazai nodded, setting the glass back down. "I can't remember the last time it was this bad," he said. He leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes. "How are you handling it?"

Chuuya shrugged. "I'm fine," he lied. The truth was, the heat was getting to him too, but he didn't want to admit it. He hated showing weakness, especially in front of Dazai.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound the faint hum of the ceiling fan above them. Chuuya glanced around the room, searching for anything that might help. His eyes landed on the small window air conditioner in the corner. "Maybe we should turn that on," he suggested.

Dazai opened his eyes and looked over at the unit. "It's broken, remember?" He said with a sigh. "We need to get it fixed."

Chuuya cursed under his breath. "I forgot about that," he said. He stood up, pacing the room. "There has to be something we can do."

Dazai watched him, a small smile playing on his lips. "You always get so worked up," he teased. "It's just a little heat."

Chuuya shot him a glare. "It's not just a little heat," he retorted. "You are practically melting."

Dazai chuckled, but it quickly turned into another groan as he shifted on the couch. "Fine, fine," he said. "Let's think. What else can we do?"

Chuuya ran a hand through his hair, trying to come up with an idea. His eyes landed on the kitchen sink. "We could try using wet towels," he suggested. "It might help cool us down."

Dazai raised an eyebrow. "It's worth a shot," he agreed. "Anything to stop feeling like I'm roasting."

Chuuya nodded and headed back to the kitchen. He grabbed a few towels from the drawer and soaked them in cold water. He wrung them out and brought them back to the living room, handing one to Dazai. "Here," he said. "Put this on your neck."