Sick

Strop

Atsushi nearly threw his phone out the window - he really wanted to sleep.
He answered begrudgingly: "Hi, what is it?"
A voice on the end of the line suddenly made his heart stop - it was Dazai, and he didn't sound happy.
"Well, well, well. Someone's been naughty."
Atsushi frowned and sat down on his comfy bed. His oh so comfy bed. Sleep would be really nice..
"Why? I'm not in the mood for one of your pranks." He grumbled.
"I'm not joking around. I was out running an errand, and as I was coming back I happened to notice the fact that two of the most important mafia executives had left your dorm. Are you up to something?"
Atsushi groaned; he could picture Kunikida's face screaming at him. Or maybe it was a yelling bowl of tea on rice. A tea on rice dream..mm.
"No, it was nothing like that. I just helped one out, he was locked out his apartment."
There was silence on the end of the line, but he could tell Dazai was raising an eyebrow.
"Uh-huh."
"I'm not lying."
"Mhm."
"I'm not lying I swear."
Lying down on a soft bed with a soft blanket and sleeping...
There was silence, and then the apartment door suddenly opened and Dazai stepped in, fairly sodden and holding his phone in one hand and a bag of shopping in the other like a diva.
"Don't worry I can't really imagine you joining the mafia. And any way saying that I saw a couple of shifty criminals around your dorm gives me a perfect excuse to stay away from work and look after you instead!"
Dazai was smiling gleefully and making himself at home fairly quick, putting down the shopping and taking off his (once tan now dark brown from rain) coat and kicking off his shoes.
Atsushi narrowed his eyes and gave off the appearance of a stroppy cat, crouched on his (really soooooft) bed and eyeing his friend with serious superstition.
Dazai hummed to himself but soon stopped when he noticed the glare he was getting.
"Well, I'm leaving! If you're not careful I will try to drown myself again!"
"I don't care."
"I really will!"
"Out."
"Please, please, please let me stay I can't bare the boredom of the office anymore!"
"I'm sure you have plenty of work to do."
"But you're not there to do it for me." Dazai grinned maliciously and turned around to face the grumpy boy on the bed.
"Kyouka is out tonight accompanying a police inspector to a party as a bodyguard with Kenji, so I have to look after you since no one else is there to do it!"
Atsushi looked sulkily at the floor. "I can look after myself."
"Not when you happily let in two mafia execu-"
Atsushi shot up and gave a fairly terrifying glare, but his head suddenly felt heavy and he fell backwards against his pillow.
Dazai frowned and walked over, pushing his hair back to feel his temperature.
"See, you can't look after yourself. Silly."
Atsushi lifted up his hand and attempted to punch Dazai in the face, but instead rather pathetically brushed his cheek.
Dazai laughed and smiled down at the boy below him; he was so cute.