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Chuuya had just gotten off of work, exhausted from training and dealing with his subordinates. When he got back to his apartment he peeled his jacket off and placed both it and his hat on the coat rack. He made no stop to eat a late dinner as he just wanted to go to bed and relax.
He hauled himself over to the bathroom to get a hot shower. When he was done, he tied a towel around his waist and with another towel he squeezed the water out of his hair. He had his eyes closed half the time as he moved to his bedroom to throw on clothes and fall asleep.
He opened his door and, still with his eyes closed, walked to his closet when-
"Chuuuuyaaaa~," a voice came out from behind him.
Chuuya spun around when he heard the bastard's chipper voice already dreading having to deal with Dazai.
"Shitty Dazai, get the hell out," Chuuya felt exposed with just his towel around his waist so he quickly turned around to obstruct Dazai's view and change.
"But Chuuya, aren't you just so happy to see me?" Chuuya heard his bed creak as Dazai had gotten out of bed to walk over to Chuuya. Chuuya once again turned around and was met with Dazai's sly grin and those bright brown eyes.
God, those eyes.
He held eye contact with the energetic bastard, "I'm tired and had a long day, Dazai. Leave."
Dazai didn't seem at all affected by Chuuya's exhausted tone, instead he seemed to have gotten an idea. This is gonna be hell, Chuuya concludes.
"With this sopping wet hair? I don't think so Chibi." Dazai pulled out the stool of Chuuya's desk and nudged him to sit in it. “Don’t you know going to sleep with wet hair will shrink you even more?” he said with an amused lilt to his voice.
“Shut up, Mackerel,” the shorter one had spat but it lacked any real bite when he was fighting to stay awake. Chuuya watched him dig through the drawers and pull out a plug and shoved it into the outlet. Dazai was humming with an amused glint in his eyes. There was also something else Chuuya couldn’t recognize on his face. Care maybe? But that’s unlikely. He is probably trying to find some way to annoy Chuuya, but right now he is too tired to stop any of the bullshit that’s heading his way.
“Rough day?”
Chuuya grunted in response.
Dazai ran his fingers through the ginger’s hair as he stood behind him, looking at his tired eyes through the mirror. “Alright then, just relax, Chibi,” Dazai said. Chuuya heard the blow dryer turn on and all sounds were drowned out besides it and Chuuya’s thoughts that were currently betraying him.
‘Why is Dazai doing this? And why does he look so loving and with the way he gently strokes his red locks. Seriously, what was going on tonight?’
Chuuya relaxed into the touch, leaning back and closing his eyes as warmth erupted both around and within him. When he heard that the blow dryer stop he expected they were done but then Dazai pulled out the hair brush.
He sighed as Dazai seemed so confident in his abilities.
‘Like always’ Chuuya thought sluggishly.
“Such a stupid slug. When will you stop being such a work-alcoholic?” Dazai mused. Chuuya has always been loyal to whoever has ever helped him, and in this case he was dedicated to the Port Mafia.
“I’m not a fucking work-alcoholic, Mackerel,” Chuuya sleepily said.
“Hm then why can’t you seem to keep your eyes open?”
Chuuya huffed and slouched even further. “Are you done? I wanna sleep, you bastard.”
In all honesty, Chuuya enjoyed whatever had just transpired between him and Dazai. It still consisted of their bickering but it seemed to have the undertone of care like back when they had been partners. When one of them would end up shot and had to be cleaned and wrapped up or when Chuuya had to stop one of the suicidal bastards attempts. It’s been 4 years since their bond was that strong and ever since their alliance between their jobs it seems to have been pushing them together again.
Chuuya didn’t know how to feel about that. Dazai was one of the people he knew best when it came to his tells but he was also one of the biggest mysteries to him. He didn’t know what to think or feel when around Dazai and when that happened it seemed to end up even more confusing.
“Up you go!” Dazai chirped and spun Chuuya around to grab his hands. He pulled Chuuya up and was only met with a low grunt.
“What am I going to do with you, Chuuya?” Dazai sighed and guided the slow slug across his room. He tucked the barely awake Chibi into his king sized bed and let go of his hands reluctantly.
‘Stupid Hatrack and his luxury tastes.’
Dazai loved looking at a non-violent Chuuya. Sure he looked magnificent when in control and in his corrupted form, but this was also such a good look on the mafioso. Dazai hit the switch on the lamp on his bedside table and climbed into bed with him from the other side. When they were younger, Chuuya would always complain about Dazai sleeping in his apartment and practically leeching off of him but Dazai knew that if Chuuya truly wanted him out then he could easily do so.
So, when they were younger Dazai would often break in in the middle of the night—usually when Chuuya was already asleep—and just watched him. Dazai could never sleep well, so why not be surrounded by a pretty scene if he were to stay up all night.
Tonight was no different except that they hadn’t done this in 4 years.
Dazai did his usual routine of watching Chuuya take his almost-even breaths when Chuuya suddenly cracked his eyes open.
The brunet stared in wonder as Chuuya curled in on Dazai and put his head under his chin. Chuuya’s arms reached around his waist to bring Dazai closer to him. Dazai’s breath hitched as he got a whiff of Chuuya’s expensive shampoo and conditioner.
It never changed, Dazai thought to himself.
Chuuya sighed in content at the new position and Dazai felt like his heart could explode. He wrapped his arms around Chuuya’s waist now so they were in a full hug.
He felt a smile tug on his mouth as he felt hands squeezing the cloth of his shirt on his back. He wanted to point out that Chuuya's feet only reach his shins but didn’t want to break the magical moment that was happening between them so instead he settled on a “Goodnight, Chuuya.”
“Night…” a tired and grumbled reply comes.
Dazai closed his eyes and squeezed tighter as if to not let the moment ever stop. Surprisingly, he felt sleep creeping up on him so much more easily then it ever had before.
Dazai had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time he randomly stopped in at Chuuya’s apartment after this.