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Everyone knew that Dazai was suicidal. Most brushed it off as a joke. But Kunikida knew it was no joke. He was the one Dazai went to when things got bad, and Kunikida was grateful he was.
It wasn't the first time Kunikida got a call from Dazai in the middle of the night. It was never a good sign. It could be anything from him being drunk and in need of a ride, to an attempted suicide.
Kunikida had been sleeping when his phone rang, waking him. He had been reluctant to answer until he saw the caller ID. He knew it was serious if Dazai was calling him at 2 AM.
"Are you all right?"
Kunikida asked once he picked up the phone. He didn't need details yet. He needed to know the essentials. Was Dazai all right, was he in immediate danger, etc. Kunikida's voice still sounded sleepy, but he was wide awake now. In fact, he was already getting out of bed.
"I.. yeah.. I'm okay.."
Dazai sounded dazed, his voice hoarse. He must've been crying. Hyperventilating, which is a term for when someone in a panic if breathing too fast, can cause lightheadedness.
"Where are you?"
Kunikida asked, grabbing his keys and pulling his shoes on. He was still in his pajamas, but he didn't care. Grey plaid pajama pants and a black tee-shirt. His hair, usually in a ponytail, was down, cascading down his shoulders.
"I'm here."
Kunikida knew Dazai wouldn't give a clear answer in this state. He put his glasses on, staying on the phone with Dazai as he left his Agency provided dormitory. He would check Dazai's dorm first. That was likely where he was.
Kunikida used his spare key, as vice President to the Agency, he had a spare key to each room. Which was only for emergencies. Everyone knew that, and trusted Kunikida. Which was why they had agreed to him having spare keys. He pushed the door open, shutting it behind him and hanging up the phone once he saw Dazai.
It was a familiar sight, yet one that Kunikida dreaded.
Dazai was on his futon, bandages torn off and scattered across the tatami. He had gone for his legs this time. He was wearing a black hoodie and black panties. His pants were somewhere, but Kunikida didn't have time to look for them.
Kunikida rushed over, kneeling beside Dazai and grabbing his hands. They were empty.
"Where is it?"
Kunikida asked sternly. He hated being stern when Dazai was in this state, but it was necessary. He needed to remove the immediate danger before anything else.
Dazai's head was down, hair messy and covering most of his face. He nodded toward a blade a few feet away. He had taken apart a pencil sharpener.
Kunikida quickly grabbed the blade, putting it in his pocket for now. He turned back to Dazai, lifting the hem of his hoodie to see his thighs. They were scarred, but not as much as his arms were. There were fresh, still bleeding cuts. Some were shallow scratches, some were dangerously deep.
"Stay. I'm not leaving, I'm just grabbing the first aid kit."
Kunikida knew how to handle these situations. Dazai needed to know that Kunikida wasn't leaving him. Kunikida stood, making his way to the closet, where he found the familiar first aid kit. He hurried back, sitting with Dazai.
Dazai leaned against Kunikida's chest. He wasn't crying anymore, but he wasn't fully conscious either.
Kunikida opened the kit, using gauze to stop the bleeding.
"Hold that on there. Press hard."
Kunikida instructed, his voice softer now. Dazai obeyed, pressing the gauze firmly against the worst of the wounds while Kunikida prepared to disinfect. He wished he could just get Yosano, but her ability only worked if the wounds were life threatening. Sure, she could make them life threatening, but Dazai's ability, No Longer Human, nullified any other ability if he was touching any part of them. She could not heal him.
"No.. that stings.."
Dazai mumbled as he saw Kunikida with the disinfectant.
"I know. But you have to."
Kunikida said as he moved Dazai's hands away from the wounds, removing the blood soaked gauze. He took clean gauze, soaked it with disinfectant, and began dabbing it at the worst of the wounds.
Dazai yelped, burying his face into Kunikida's chest. Kunikida disinfected as quickly as possible, then moved onto something possibly worse. One of the cuts, a deep one along Dazai's inner left thigh, needed stitches.
"Are you still with me?"
Kunikida asked as he began stitching, his voice as soothing as he could make it.
Dazai responded with a shaky gasp, hands coming to his own neck for something to hold onto. Kunikida quickly moved Dazai's hands, wrapping his arms around his waist so Dazai was sort of hugging him instead of squeezing his neck.
Kunikida finished with the stitches and began bandaging, wrapping around Dazai's thighs.
"Can you tell me what triggered this?"
Kunikida asked as he bandaged. Dazai squirmed, tears welling up once again.
"I don't know! I don't know.."
Kunikida tied off the bandage, wrapping his arms around Dazai. He rubbed his back, holding him tight so he knew he wasn't going to let go.
"It's all right. I'm proud of you for calling me."
Kunikida assured, rubbing Dazai's back up and down in a soothing motion.
Dazai began drifting off in Kunikida's arms. And, when he woke the next morning, he was still in Kunikida's arms. He knew he was safe with him.