philophobia | soukoku

lavender

hello hello, beebs!! i'm EXTREMELY sorry on how late it took to get this chapter published!! if you haven't been seeing my conversations, i had a personal event occur and was taking a mental health break over last week and a little the week before. i plan to get back on schedule once this is chapter is put out, and i hope you are all staying safe!! now onto the chapter! (ps, to all of my americans, biden won!! i hope everyone's as relieved as i am :) )

(another update: sorry once more, this got pushed back another week bc school has been shitty n my dad, and two of my siblings tested positive for covid, so i may just be doing weekly chapter releases instead of every other day, i'm extremely sorry about this!!!!!!!)

tw: abuse, emetophobia/blood

"dazai."

'm sleepy...

"dazai."

please, just five more minutes...

"dazai!"

dazai finally gave in, slowly opening his eyes and looking at his surroundings. he knew where he was; mori's doctor's office. he was in a private room, in bed. chuuya was sitting at the bedside, looking at him with those glistening sapphire eyes that dazai adored. 

the brunette rubbed his eyes. "hey, hat-rack." he mumbled, his voice low and scratchy from waking up. he rubbed his eyes, trying to sit up, yet he felt a sharp sting in his leg. 

"be careful getting up." chuuya warned him, noticing the other's reaction. "you've been out cold all night."

the memories of last night came to dazai; he'd gotten shot and critically wounded on their mission last night, and he remembered falling asleep on the way back to headquarters. 

the boy looked down to see himself in only boxers, exposing his body that was absolutely covered in bandages. 

"why do you wear them?"

dazai looked over at chuuya, who was looking at the cloth that covered the brunette's body head to toe. "i knew you wore them, but i didn't think you wore so much." he said. "is there a reason you have them on?"

dazai hesitated, breaking eye contact with the redhead. "it's none of your business." he murmured, really not wanting to tell the other the truth. it was a touchy subject, and dazai (to no surprise) didn't handle emotions too well.

chuuya didn't answer, only keeping his eyes on dazai with his arms crossed over his stomach. dazai could tell the shorter male's curiosity was frustrating him and making him impatient by his reaction, yet he was trying to keep it contained. 

"dazai-saaaaaan!!"

the brunette turned over to the door to see kyusaku running towards him, their doll held tightly in their arms. "you're awake!" q giggled, hopping onto the bed and crawling into dazai's lap. 

"hello, q-chan~" he smiled, holding the younger one in his arms as they nuzzled into his chest. "i just needed a nap." he technically wasn't wrong; their mission was late, and  it wasn't a secret that he wasn't ever getting enough sleep. add a nearly fatal gunshot wound to the equation and watch a mess unravel. 

"dazai-kun."

a chill went down dazai's spine at the sound of mori's voice entering the room. mori was hiding it well, but the brunette could tell that the doctor was upset with him. dazai stiffened.

we disobeyed orders.

"are you feeling well?" mori asked with as little sincerity a man could muster.