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He had left the boy, obviously incapacitated by the clearly deadly fight. It wasn't a joke or a prank and Dazai was sure that Hirotsu and hia colleagues would take Chuuya to the HQ. His job as a supporter was done. But if I said I wasn't surprisingly startled

like the whole situation in question, he would be lying. Dazai was, in fact, somewhat uncomfortable with the whole situation, a feeling that normal people would call "worry". "Worried, me? Pff no such thing!" Still, Hirotsu had asked him to make sure everything was okay.

And so, Dazai never saw Chuuya again. On purpose. It wasn't like the boy cared- However, he did feel an unfamiliar weight on his chest, which seemed to grow little by little...

"Chuuya-kun is awake" Roughly two weeks after Chuuya entered the mafia ward, spending those same two weeks asleep, he had finally woken up. "I can't go see him" Kouyou explained, with a few sheets of paper between her long white fingers, her face downcast "Regretably I am

incredibly busy." with a loud noise, she straightened the pile of pappers, leaning forward slightly with a sigh and the cell phone to her ear "Is it okay if someone else goes instead?" And that was how Kouyou had asked Mori to go check on Nakahara Chuuya.

The man, behind her hand, both clasped mysteriously wrapped in white gloves, smiled at her. "Very well then." placing his hand on the table with absolute silence and a sigh of equal tone, Mori looked at Kouyou "Consider it done, Kouyou-kun." From Mori's significantly pleased

expression, Kouyou frowned suspiciously. "Rest assured, Kouyou-kun. Chuuya-kun will be in good hands" sighing, he placed a hand on his cheek, supporting his arm with his elbow "You're dismissed." Even though a wave of distrust hung over the woman's figure, she bowed, nodding

and left, without saying anything. After the door closed, a second part of the plan had begun. The sound of the cell phone receiving the call invaded the office. Mori placed the device close to his ear with his lips pressed against each other, almost anxiously. "Ah!-"

And after this cascade of events, that's how Dazai Osamu found himself in front of the infirmary door - after smiling charmingly at the nurse, she let him in. Supposedly, he had to check if Chuuya was okay. He had mixed thoughts about it. Part of him wanted to get out of there

, the other intended to see Chuuya, again. But it wasn't like Dazai had any choice after Mori was the one who had asked - ordered - him to come there. Without much choice he entered the room. Chuuya was sitting on the bed, with his back against the headboard and

eyes incredibly wide. But only for a millisecond, because immediately afterwards he put on a relatively displeased expression. "What are you doing here." It was not even a question and Chuuya did indeed look quite grumpy. But, Dazai who was Dazai, took a step forward and

smiled broadly. "Ruude." he sighed, closing his eyes "Chuuya could have at least pretended that he was happy to see me!" As he spoke, he walked towards the boy who was following him with a very suspicious look. He placed a hand on the sheets, being followed by Chuuya's gaze.

"I can pretend I am happy to see you, see." Chuuya just frowned and forcefully ripped the sheets from Dazai's palm, recoiling in disgust. "What are you doing here, bastard?" Despite being clearly in a bad mood, his usually violent tone seemed a little softer.

Realizing what he had noticed, Dazai wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Seeing you-" "Cut the crap." And it was always like that. Chuuya never let Dazai have his time in the spotlight. Sighing, Dazai straightened up with a bored expression, the smile having evaporated.

"I am here to babysit you." Chuuya arched an eyebrow. "No, you are not." he said. Dazai sighed as if the conversation had left him tired. He missed the Chuuya who didn't speak. That Chuuya didn't say anything. Now this Chuuya, wouldn't simply shut up. Did he think that

Dazai was there to kill him or something? Giving up on teasing the other, Dazai sighs. "I am here to check on you." he said without looking at Chuuya, adjusting his coat "But I can see you are fine.", he looked at Chuuya "So I'll be going now." And without saying anything

else, Dazai turned on his heel, preparing to leave the compartment. "Wait!" The boy stopped walking, the sound of his shoe hitting the floor echoed around the place. "What... What about Ane-san?" And that seemed to visibly cheer Dazai up, who approached the bed with a smile.

"Ane-san asked me to give you this." Taking a small piece of paper out of his pocket, Dazai said; then he handed it to her, saying "Here." Still suspicious, Chuuya hesitantly accepted the paper with a slow movement. At that same moment, Dazai leaned towards Chuuya, raising his

her arms around Chuuya's neck. The boy's back lightly hit the headboard of the bed and he seemed to let out a sound of surprise. Chuuya's arms were spread wide, as if he didn't know what to do, and his eyes were wide as they had never been before.

The strangely comforting sound of Dazai's breathing hovered over Chuuya's exposed neck, and he suppressed the breath he was about to release. Dazai's hands were relatively cool, but warmer than Chuuya's were. The boy was partially sitting on the side of the bed, avoiding

Chuuya's legs, which were in fact still hurting. Very slowly, Chuuya closed his eyes, slightly lowering his head in disbelief. "Dazai..." "Hm?" the muffled voice rang out. "What... what are you doing?" A moment of calm and silence passed before Dazai said.

"I am not certain, but... I think normal people call this a hug." A hug.... A warm hug.... A brief smile and... Chuuya let his head rest on Dazai's shoulders, finally almost unconsciously wrapping his arms around Dazai's torso. Indeed a warm hug...

It was actually longer than it was supposed to be, because time seemed to have stopped. So, Chuuya just stood there. "Just this once." he muttered. Dazai heard it and silently, he smiled. "I need to see him a bit..." the woman finally looked at the two, who had obviously

had separated; her gaze rested on Dazai "If you don't mind?" The boy adjusted his clothes and Chuuya looked away, the blush that had been there had faded. "Sure." he smiled "I was just leaving" when he passed the woman, he smiled at her charmingly "Call me" She laughed and

Chuuya rolled his eyes. After the embarrassed laughter died down, Dazai's smile disappeared and he, after opening the door, looked at Chuuya in silence. The two exchanged glances. It was a look that said more than a thousand words. Then Dazai looked away with a brief

blushed and addressed this time, the girl. "Call me, beautiful lady" One last look at Chuuya that seemed to have more color than the last time he had seen him, and Dazai left the place. "Cute right?" said the nurse approaching Chuuya, who was still lost in thought. "Who?"

Looking at the records, she said "Your friend? He's cute right?" Chuuya simply blinked his eyes in confusion. "Oh. I don't know... I never noticed that." She sighed. "Well that's fair, I suppose" and with a smile he added "Now let's check your pulsation, shall we?"

And it still took a few minutes, but after that, Chuuya checked the paper Dazai had left him. His eyes swept over Kouyou's impeccable and elegant handwriting. She was apologizing him for not having been able to come to him and that Mori would be the one to see him.

Chuuya snorted. Mori, right... He sighed and smiled a bit when seeing his mentor's signature. But then... then .... His eyes narrowed as he noticed very small letters below Kouyou's signature. There is more It said this. Chuuya frowned looking at the letters in confusion.

Shrugging his shoulders without much surprise, he checked the back of the paper. And there it said. "Chuuya you are human." And underneath it was like this "Signed, Dazai" And Dazai's handwriting was really as unbalanced as the boy. He pressed his lips against each other