Shadow Reaper - Soukoku - What if Dazai stayed in the Port Mafia?...

Back at the flat

"Thank you.~ You're really shy. Do you know why?"

"I'm not shy!" He puts his hands on his hips as he often does when he's trying to prove a point. Dazai just rolls his eyes and playfully pulls at the later's shirt exposing his chest. "Hey!" He snatches his shirt back.

"Awww~ you're just proving my point.~"

"Just 'cause I'm not comfortable with something doesn't mean I'm shy."

"It depends but my statement still stands." He puts his hands in his pockets. Something about his calm demeanour seemed almost graceful even if he did behave a bit predatory at times.

"What makes you think that." His eyes narrow trying to figure his partner's actions out. 

"When you're not fighting them you don't like meeting new people and you act all funny when I tease you." He recites it clearly as though he's reading a poem he knows off by heart.

"That-Oh shut up." Dazai chuckles at his response knowing he's won another  argument. The ginger rolls his eyes and sits on his side of the bed. He checks his phone then somewhat haphazardly onto the bedside table. When taking his shirt off he's careful to keep his back to Dazai then moves himself under the covers, lying on his side facing the wall. Dazai sighs and removes his over layers leaving nothing but his bandages wrapped around his arms and neck on his upper half. He gets into bed beside his tiny partner.

"Hey Chuuya?~"

No response. 

Dazai sighs and rolls over whispering in his ear. "Don't ignore me shortcake.~"

Groans slightly clearly fed up with Dazai. "What is it?" His response is somewhat strained as though he's so far past the end of his tether that it can't even be seen. 

"Would you care if died?"

"Eh?"

"Would you care if I died?"

"Well I-ugh! Despite you being an annoying little shit yes I would..." His tone changes to a concerned one. His partner was always suicidal but something about this question seemed to foreshadow something. "Why?"

"Oh I hardly think that I'm the little one here.~"

The now slightly pissed off ginger rolls over to face Dazai. "Hey! Did you even hear what I said?!"

"Of course! I'm not deaf!"

"So why did you ask then?"

"Just curious." Shrugs his broad yet skinny shoulders. Chuuya raises an eyebrow with a blank and 'I don't believe you' expression'. "Honestly!"

He sighs and grumbles. "Oh whatever." He rolls over back to facing the wall. Dazai rests his forearm on Chuuya's slim waist his hand on his stomach and pulls him closer to his own body. "EH?! Hey how's your hand so cold?!"

"It's part of me.~"

"Good point. Mind removing it?"

"Awww~ but you're so warm.~" Dazai pushes himself closer resting his chin Chuuya's shoulder burying his face in Chuuya's neck. "Seriously though, how are you so cold?! Even your face is freezing!"

Dazai whispers in a hushed tone into his partner's ear. "I'm as cold as my soul.~"

"Makes sense."Dazai leans closer again his chest pressed up against Chuuya's back. "Please stop making me cold. 

"Awww~ but you're my little hot water bottle.~"

"Donn't ever call me that again."

"Fine."

"Thanks."

Dazai kisses his neck after a short silence. Chuuya sighs and rolls over to face him his expression the one you give when you're thoroughly unimpressed and don't want to be harassed. "Hey, don't look at me like that." Dazai said it in one of his rather typical whiny yet fake hurt voices as is always the way with him. Nakahara just rolls his eyes at the comment. "At least I can see your face now.~" Dazai kisses Chuuya's lips and he kisses back.