Dress

Chapter 1

Chuuya was being so stupid.

He had apparently decided it was a good idea to get Dazai a dress. A dress, seriously? The slug was being ridiculous and just down-right embarrassing.

"You don't have to wear it, Dazai. I'm not going to force you into anything, it's just an option."

"S'stupid Chibi,"

"Yeah, yeah. 'Stupid Chibi'"

Now however, Dazai was sitting on their bed, staring at the box of clothing. Chuuya had left for work, something about a mission debriefing with the Black Lizards, and Dazai had taken the day off being of personal reasons. Personal reasons meaning Chuuya didn't know Dazai was planning on trying the dress on, and thought he was just leaving a little later.

"Stupid, stupid, slug.." He mumbled, standing up off the bed and reaching down to touch the box. The box itself was decorated in soft cardboard with light blue swirls. Finalling opening it, there was light blue tissue paper, with just looking straight in, there were about 5 soft pieces.

Humming softly, Dazai picked up the first piece laying on the top, examining it. The lacey baby purple had coverage in the top, with it flowing down to a soft, pretty sun-dress type. Under the dress, there were similar, soft shorts so he could be out and about without worrying someone would see anything. Dazai definitely giggled at the thought. It was obvious the fabric was picked out specifically for Dazai, Chuuya had to have taken his sensory issues into play.

Glancing around, he took a turn to the mirror. Looking up and down to see himself, his stringy brown hair, his fuzzy eyes, his disgusting, gross bandages. Chuuya would unfortunately say otherwise. That not showering for days wasn't a big deal. That his eyes were beautiful, and he could help change his bandages.

Taking in the fact that he had once again been selfish and only thought of himself, and Chuuya taking care of him. The slug had his own problems. He shouldn't have to only worry about him, he should worry about himself for once.

He remembered the dress in his hands, and ultimately decided to try it on. What could go wrong? Slipping off his shirt and pants, he noticed his bandages. Dazai did need to take them off and change them, now would be a good time to figure that situation out. Ugh.

Dazai slowly unraveled the arms, going back and forth to uncover all his scars and marks. He started to work on his other, then going to his neck, torso, and legs. He was finally uncovered and quickly grabbed the dress he had put to the side.

Slipping the cotton on, he glanced at himself in the mirror. He was.. pretty? Nonononono, that was not a word to describe Osamu Dazai. Yes, the piece fit him well, not too tight, but not too loose. It was perfect. And Dazai had to admit, he did look somewhat pretty.

Pretty might have been one of the words that came to mind, but Dazai would never admit to that, of course.

He ended up getting stuck in his head too much, looking at himself from different angles, because he did not hear the front door open, nor the bedroom door. He didn't process anything until he saw Chuuya looking at him through the mirror.

"Daz-"

"Nonononono," Dazai ran to the bathroom, shoving the door closed and shoved himself into the corner of the bath.

Breathing suddenly got worse and worse and he couldn't get air. His heart was jumping out of his throat, Chuuya saw him. He saw him in a dress. A fucking dress. What would he think of him? He's disgusting. He's tattered in scars and this is just the cherry on top.