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

and suddenly his mind was empty. "Ugh my head hurts."

Chuuya eventually managed to get out of the room days later. But he didn't see Dazai for a whole week and Chuuya couldn't say that the boy was ignoring him, because in fact, the mafia was very busy. "Ane-san? Is Dazai free?" One day, putting pride aside, he decided to ask

Kouyou from him. She replied, without stopping to write, that Dazai would appear in the mafia hall. Chuuya thanked him and headed there. In fact, minutes later, Dazai had appeared with the strange child by his side... "Oi!" Chuuya he said approaching the boy who seemed

surprised "Dazai!" In a matter of seconds the emotionless face returned, and the child grabbed Dazai's hand, shaking it almost happily. The boy sighed, as he abruptly gathered it against his chest. Then, he looked at Chuuya. "Oh. Chuuya." he said emotionless.

However, that had not been enough to keep Chuuya away. Of course it wouldn't be. What was he expecting. Maybe I should tell him "shoo dog, shoo" or say something about his height. "You look exactly the same size as the first day I saw you." he declared with almost arrogance.

Chuuya didn't even move, though his eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Look." he sighed "I wanted to give you this back" Taking the paper out of his pants pocket, the boy handed it to Dazai, who looked at it curiously. Then he raised an eyebrow when he realized what it was.

"No need. It's from Ane-san-" "Dazai-san!" the weird kid whined. Dazai sighed impatiently. "Not now kid. "he said reproachfully, then looked into Chuuya's eyes "You can go now. Shoo doggy shoo doggy." made a gesture with his hand and Chuuya finally seemed to respond to the

taunts, as he looked directly at Dazai uninpressed. Then he simply grabbed the paper and slammed it into Dazai's chest abruptly. "Take it." putting his hands in his pockets, Chuuya sighed and turned on his heels without a care. And of course Dazai had to tell him something.

"Hey! I don't want this!" the paper fell to the floor, because Dazai hadn't picked it up "I am going to out this on the trash!" Already far away, Chuuya raised his hand in a gesture of disdain and shouted "Be my guest then, bastard!" However, as soon as Chuuya crossed the

corner, Dazai bent down to pick up the paper with curious eyes. "Dazai-san! Who was that?" Ignoring the question, Dazai stood up, reading the paper again. It was exactly the same, although... although it contained a new note. "Behind" He blinked his eyes, turning the verse.

And there it was written, in almost elegant letters, but somewhat loaded. "You too, idiot" And below "Signed, Chuuya" And yet. "Ps: Thanks for the hug, mackerel" And then, Dazai wrote with a pen he had, leaning the paper against the wall. "You are welcome slug."

(Dazai managed to deliver the paper to Chuuya, leaving it on top of his bedside. He never got to know the boy's reaction, but maybe it was better that way)