(there goes any possibility of dazai calling it a day and sneaking into his bed, not with how chuuya's strength surpasses his own even in his sleep. he guesses he'll just die, then, in this bed.
fine, fine, he'll gaslight the living shit out of chuuya in the morning, this is fine, he does it every time, anyway. the narrative is already so laid out in his brain that it grants a shrug, a kiss to chuuya's forehead, and he gives up completely.
his limbs are long, and to be comfortable with chuuya just holding him like this, he'll bring him closer, wrapping legs and arms around the smaller figure.)
Chuuya is a very affectionate sleeper. His arms curl around Dazai almost as soon as he gives in, body shifting closer to meet Dazai as if on instinct. A soft, pleased sound escapes him as he tucks up against Dazai, finding the warmth of the crook of his neck once more, legs tangling with Dazai's own.
He might not dream like most people, but the presence of someone else while he sleeps is just as comforting to him as most humans. And it does seem like he needs the sleep, this close: the dark shadows beneath his eyes tell quite a long tale.]
(there's going to be ghostly fingers against chuuya's back, gently caresses, there's still some light in the room, and dazai's thrown off. he's not going to sleep, most likely, but that's nothing new. dazai never sleeps, in irregular, uncertain, awfully specific conditions, but he doesn't mind it. he can rest with his eyes closed, enjoying the proximity, the touch.
dear lord, he missed touch. it's going to be a good trade-off. the next morning, at least, he'll pretend to have been asleep once chuuya wakes up.)
[Chuuya's going to sleep fairly peacefully, at least. He'll remain snuggled up to Dazai pretty much the whole night, enjoying a night of unbroken sleep for the first time in ages.
And Dazai will get to touch all he likes, since Chuuya certainly won't give him much choice in the matter. Dazai might be craving touch, but Chuuya was always prone to touch, especially when his guard is down like this.
When he finally stirs, the sky is still dark-- but the sort of dark that indicates the sun isn't too far off, and Chuuya nuzzles up against Dazai with a slurred garble of noises.]
(dazai's a light sleeper. the causes of his insomnia are such a long list, but this has always been a reason why he just can't enjoy his slumber for too long. the slightest noise and he's wide awake, a light snaps him out of his dreams as fast as a blink, and well.
he's not slept a wink, but at least he's calmed down some. something he's always known is how to fake, how to pretend, so a yawn announces his awakening, phony but real in acting.)
[Chuuya is groggy enough that Dazai's statement is almost enough to get him to do just that, really. As hard as his pillow is, he's comfortable and so wonderfully warm, and--
...Dazai's voice is really close, isn't it?
One of his hands move, running up and down what he now realizes is the shape of a person's body.]
[That being said... well. Chuuya is extremely comfortable, and if it meant he wouldn't get teased about it later, he probably would be quite happy to fall asleep.
This is Dazai, though.]
If I fall asleep again, are yha gonna draw on my face?
[He isn't even trying to pry his hand from Dazai's. He's confirmed he is in fact in the same bed as him, which was the goal of the touching.]
You of all people know how to wriggle out of anyone's grip, that's no-- [Waking up quick is an understatement, because his voice catches in a very interesting way at the way Dazai runs his fingers over his palm, fingers twitching, a shiver running through him that Dazai can surely feel.
This close there's no hiding his reactions, or the way his gaze goes unfocused for a moment before he chokes out a somewhat strangled response.]
That's 'cause I don't wanna be smothered. Weren't you the one who was complaining about me sitting on you? This payback or something?
Not when the grip is a sleeping, drunk God-Human angry tiny thing.
(excuses, excuses.
it's interesting, though, how his breath hitches in his throat, the shiver. ah, well. he's going to make a circle with his nail, no actual damage before it retreats.)
No, this is a very lazy murder attempt. Just die already.
(isn't that a very good solution? chuuya is not going to do it, and now that dazai managed to establish the lie he's just doing this to be a dick, he rests on chuuya's chest, gripping on him much like chuuya did as he fell asleep.)
[Chuuya lets out a sigh, because he does have a suspicion as to why Dazai is being Like This, and frankly... he doesn't particularly mind letting him be needy right now. Chuuya has been tired, he's been feeling like crap, and frankly Dazai is comfortable.
9 months, huh....?
One hand comes up to curl around Dazai as well as Chuuya grumbles.]
I'll kick your ass later, after I've gotten a bit more shut-eye. You at least make a half-decent heated blanket.
[It's not even a real threat, and they both know it.]
(they can keep lying to each other, to themselves, but this is awfully nice. his head lifts, a hand supporting it, elbow sinking on the mattress as he looks, just looks. chuuya looks pretty in the morning, his head tilts a little just as if he's seeing a hallucination, knowing fairly well that he isn't.)
You looked very peaceful, so I guess the half-decent thing is bullshit.
[They'll keep lying to each other as long as they can, because that's just who they are. But Chuuya must admit, at least to himself, he really did sleep well. He woke up feeling refreshed for once, and that's always something to savor.
Dazai's staring, however, is more than a little strange. He looks like-- He....
Chuuya grumbles and sinks deeper into the bedding, pale skin getting just the slightest tint of red. It's annoyance. Absolutely.] Yeah well, I was exhausted.
(it's almost like he's testing limits, with how his hand comes up to tuck some of the hair on chuuya's face behind his ear, even as he further burrows into the sheets. it even makes dazai move a little, just to find more comfort on top of the other.)
[Which should be Chuuya pointing out Dazai was no better but it sounds like something else, somehow.
Especially when he lets Dazai tuck his hair back, red hair a little curlier than usual, strands all over the place with bedhead. He's a little softer with contentment humming in his bones, a little less inclined to fight his way out of this, a little more peaceful.
He's reluctant to pull away, shifting slightly in a way that only makes the way Dazai is laying a little more comfortable for them both.]
I fell asleep, you can't hold that against me, like you held me.
(ah, the level of bullshit, never less, never slightly better. chuuya would probably know how many times dazai wakes up at night to make this such a bad excuse.
besides, he's being so nicely held. his face hides against the other's neck, considering it a blessing the choker is now somewhere on the floor, arms coming under chuuya for maximum comfort.
and a sigh. it's better if he doesn't look at chuuya's face, anyway. he hates it that he doesn't hate it.)
Excuses, excuses. [He does know how often Dazai wakes at night. He also doubts that particular sleep issue has changed during the last four years. Where Chuuya slept like a computer shutting down, Dazai slept like he'd never known a peaceful night's sleep in his life.
But is he going to call him on that outright? Hell no. That'd be opening a can of worms he isn't quite ready to deal with.
It's almost easier for Chuuya when Dazai hides his face in his neck. Chuuya doesn't have to look at that expression on his face, and that's... a lot easier. But he also has to deal with the feel of Dazai's face tucked against his neck, the intimacy and the warmth of such a position.
...And yet, his hand still comes up to rest atop Dazai's head, lightly brushing over dark locks. This is just Dazai being needy. Totally.]
(he deserves to be pushed, but if chuuya ever tried, it won't do much, with how strongly he's being held. it's the first time, isn't it? it's usually carrying, allowing chuuya to rest against his legs when corruption drains him completely.
his lips are brushing against skin, but not purposefully. it's just how close he is.)
[Ugh. It's very tempting to push Dazai away, especially since he can feel the faint brush of Dazai's lips against his neck a he speaks. Chuuya can't quite hide the way his breath catches just slightly at the sensation, but he won't comment on it.
He did call him, after all.
Such a statement has layers, so many layer between them. Far too many to pry apart or look at in the morning light. But Chuuya will run his fingers through Dazai's hair, bare of gloves, in an idle touch.
(but finding a home on top of the other, hidden by layers of blankets and warmth, unspoken dependency and need of the other is fine. like that will erase everything that's happening here.
he might as well just sink his face further against his skin. it's warm.)
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fine, fine, he'll gaslight the living shit out of chuuya in the morning, this is fine, he does it every time, anyway. the narrative is already so laid out in his brain that it grants a shrug, a kiss to chuuya's forehead, and he gives up completely.
his limbs are long, and to be comfortable with chuuya just holding him like this, he'll bring him closer, wrapping legs and arms around the smaller figure.)
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Chuuya is a very affectionate sleeper. His arms curl around Dazai almost as soon as he gives in, body shifting closer to meet Dazai as if on instinct. A soft, pleased sound escapes him as he tucks up against Dazai, finding the warmth of the crook of his neck once more, legs tangling with Dazai's own.
He might not dream like most people, but the presence of someone else while he sleeps is just as comforting to him as most humans. And it does seem like he needs the sleep, this close: the dark shadows beneath his eyes tell quite a long tale.]
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dear lord, he missed touch. it's going to be a good trade-off. the next morning, at least, he'll pretend to have been asleep once chuuya wakes up.)
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And Dazai will get to touch all he likes, since Chuuya certainly won't give him much choice in the matter. Dazai might be craving touch, but Chuuya was always prone to touch, especially when his guard is down like this.
When he finally stirs, the sky is still dark-- but the sort of dark that indicates the sun isn't too far off, and Chuuya nuzzles up against Dazai with a slurred garble of noises.]
Hmm...Hnn? Mnngh...
[His pillow is hard??]
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he's not slept a wink, but at least he's calmed down some. something he's always known is how to fake, how to pretend, so a yawn announces his awakening, phony but real in acting.)
Go back to sleep.
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...Dazai's voice is really close, isn't it?
One of his hands move, running up and down what he now realizes is the shape of a person's body.]
'Zai...?
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... ok, fine. it's tickling, with how the bandages make a barrier. he's bringing chuuya's hand into his so he will stop.)
No, a hallucination, go to sleep, or I'm smothering you.
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[That being said... well. Chuuya is extremely comfortable, and if it meant he wouldn't get teased about it later, he probably would be quite happy to fall asleep.
This is Dazai, though.]
If I fall asleep again, are yha gonna draw on my face?
[He isn't even trying to pry his hand from Dazai's. He's confirmed he is in fact in the same bed as him, which was the goal of the touching.]
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(perhaps having a snail drawn on his forehead would be preferrable to what comes next.
dazai rolls, his weight, albeit little, on top of chuuya as a very bad smothering attempt.
it's actually quite comfortable - calculated to be just for show.)
Die. Are you dead yet? A little bit?
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[Chuuya's in the middle of a small yawn when Dazai rolls, and his mouth snaps shut with a sleepy deadpan look as Dazai attempts his 'smothering'.]
Not even a little. You're like a heavy, boney blanket.
[Dazai is just not nearly heavy enough to smother anyone, frankly. It is quite comfortable, but Chuuya squirms a little anyway, letting out a sigh.]
I feel like an octopus is trying to smother me and failing miserably, actually.
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(agaisnt his will his ass. not when he is now on top of the other like this, willing, comfy, and oh, he's waking up chuuya quick.
with a feathery touch to the palm of his hand.)
Mhm. You're not helping at all. Almost like you don't want to be smothered!
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This close there's no hiding his reactions, or the way his gaze goes unfocused for a moment before he chokes out a somewhat strangled response.]
That's 'cause I don't wanna be smothered. Weren't you the one who was complaining about me sitting on you? This payback or something?
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(excuses, excuses.
it's interesting, though, how his breath hitches in his throat, the shiver. ah, well. he's going to make a circle with his nail, no actual damage before it retreats.)
No, this is a very lazy murder attempt. Just die already.
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[His voice catches, stumbles, pitches up slightly at that sharp drag of nail, and there's no hiding that he's very suddenly wide awake and flustered.]
How about you die instead?
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(isn't that a very good solution? chuuya is not going to do it, and now that dazai managed to establish the lie he's just doing this to be a dick, he rests on chuuya's chest, gripping on him much like chuuya did as he fell asleep.)
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9 months, huh....?
One hand comes up to curl around Dazai as well as Chuuya grumbles.]
I'll kick your ass later, after I've gotten a bit more shut-eye. You at least make a half-decent heated blanket.
[It's not even a real threat, and they both know it.]
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You looked very peaceful, so I guess the half-decent thing is bullshit.
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Dazai's staring, however, is more than a little strange. He looks like-- He....
Chuuya grumbles and sinks deeper into the bedding, pale skin getting just the slightest tint of red. It's annoyance. Absolutely.] Yeah well, I was exhausted.
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(it's almost like he's testing limits, with how his hand comes up to tuck some of the hair on chuuya's face behind his ear, even as he further burrows into the sheets. it even makes dazai move a little, just to find more comfort on top of the other.)
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[Which should be Chuuya pointing out Dazai was no better but it sounds like something else, somehow.
Especially when he lets Dazai tuck his hair back, red hair a little curlier than usual, strands all over the place with bedhead. He's a little softer with contentment humming in his bones, a little less inclined to fight his way out of this, a little more peaceful.
He's reluctant to pull away, shifting slightly in a way that only makes the way Dazai is laying a little more comfortable for them both.]
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(ah, the level of bullshit, never less, never slightly better. chuuya would probably know how many times dazai wakes up at night to make this such a bad excuse.
besides, he's being so nicely held. his face hides against the other's neck, considering it a blessing the choker is now somewhere on the floor, arms coming under chuuya for maximum comfort.
and a sigh. it's better if he doesn't look at chuuya's face, anyway. he hates it that he doesn't hate it.)
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But is he going to call him on that outright? Hell no. That'd be opening a can of worms he isn't quite ready to deal with.
It's almost easier for Chuuya when Dazai hides his face in his neck. Chuuya doesn't have to look at that expression on his face, and that's... a lot easier. But he also has to deal with the feel of Dazai's face tucked against his neck, the intimacy and the warmth of such a position.
...And yet, his hand still comes up to rest atop Dazai's head, lightly brushing over dark locks. This is just Dazai being needy. Totally.]
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(he deserves to be pushed, but if chuuya ever tried, it won't do much, with how strongly he's being held. it's the first time, isn't it? it's usually carrying, allowing chuuya to rest against his legs when corruption drains him completely.
his lips are brushing against skin, but not purposefully. it's just how close he is.)
I called you, you know.
(that's all he's going to say on that.)
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[Ugh. It's very tempting to push Dazai away, especially since he can feel the faint brush of Dazai's lips against his neck a he speaks. Chuuya can't quite hide the way his breath catches just slightly at the sensation, but he won't comment on it.
He did call him, after all.
Such a statement has layers, so many layer between them. Far too many to pry apart or look at in the morning light. But Chuuya will run his fingers through Dazai's hair, bare of gloves, in an idle touch.
Of course he came. It's Dazai.]
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(but finding a home on top of the other, hidden by layers of blankets and warmth, unspoken dependency and need of the other is fine. like that will erase everything that's happening here.
he might as well just sink his face further against his skin. it's warm.)
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