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It had been a long day for Chuuya. He had to do 2 missions in one day, because some grunts decided to be annoying and mess everything up. He had to do a stake-out all night, aswell as infiltrate a organization and take them down, and then he was stuck doing paperwork for 3 hours. So it was safe to say he was exhausted and on his last straw.
He had finally gotten home, and he was dead tired. All he wanted to do was pop open some wine, sit back, and relax, and then pass out for a few hours. But, of course fate had other choices.
He opend the door, and immedietly his dazai-sense went off. Setting smelled fishy...
He walked with heavy footsteps further into the house, and there he was, Dazai, lounging on his couch.
"Get out." Chuuya says simply, glaring at him.
"Chuuya! How lovely it is to see you!" Dazai replies, sitting up. "I wanted to see how my dog was doing. We haven't seen eachother in a while." He giggled.
He rolls his eyes and walks past him, trying to ignore him.
He walks over to his wine collection, posture sluggish and head pounding, and picks up a bottle of wine. He opens the bottle, and takes a sip from it immedietly, not caring around glasses.
And then he immedietly spits it out.
Dazai starts laughing from the couch, and then stands up, walking towards him. "Ah! Never gets old! And it was suprisingly easy too—" Dazai just keeps yapping.
Chuuya stands there quietly, looking at dazai, then at the bottle, then back at Dazai.
Chuuyas grip on the bottle tightens, hands slightly trembling, shoulders shaking. Dazai thought he would start yelling like usual.
And then suddenly he starts crying.
Dazai freezes as he sees the tears slowly roll down chuuyas cheeks. He watches as chuuya wipes his tears slowly away with the palm of his hand, sniffles, and continues to cry crocodile tears.
"Are you... crying?", he stares at him shocked.
Chuuya doesn't reply and keeps crying.
Standing there trying to reboot his brain, suddenly pulls him into a hug, not thinking really.
"Uh... I'm sorry..." he mumbles. Chuuya just stands there in his hold, frozen, not expecting him to hug him. He expected Dazai to laugh at him, not... comfort him.
"I hate you...", he mumbles, face pressed against Dazais chest. Dazai tightens his hold around him, still a bit stiff.
"Uh- Im sorry... was the prank really that bad? I've done this a bunch of times before... did I go too far?" It sounded wierd coming from Dazai of all people, especially since he sounded like he was saying sorry for the first time in his life...(wich he probably was) he wasn't usually concerned about anyone back then in the mafia.
'He really has changed... huh...' Chuuya thought.
"It's not really that... I've just had a long day..." Chuuya mumbles, slightly embarrassed for crying infront of Dazai of all people, and finally circles his arms around Dazai, leaning into him more. Dazai tenses for a little bit before melting into the embrace slowly but surely, Chuuyas tears mostly stopped.
"Let's get you to bed..." Dazai mumbles and slightly adjusts his grip around him, still a bit akward.
Chuuya let's go of him and nods slightly, not noticing the soft look Dazai gives him.