Soukoku Oneshots

Drunk Dazai

--Fluff
//25 Au

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The shrill ringing of the phone shattered the quiet of the evening, and Chuuya's annoyance surged as he glanced at the caller ID. "Dazai Osamu," it read, and he wasted no time in picking up, his irritation evident in his voice. "Where are you!?" he demanded, his tone sharp with impatience.

"Relax, Chibi," came Dazai's voice on the other end of the line, sounding as casual as ever. "I'm with friends! Having a great time! Come join us!"

Chuuya gritted his teeth, his annoyance deepening as he listened to Dazai's seemingly carefree tone. He knew better than to take Dazai's words at face value. Despite his seemingly unaffected demeanor, Chuuya could sense something off in Dazai's voice, a subtle shift that betrayed his true state.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" Chuuya accused, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Dazai let out a low chuckle. "Maybe just a little," he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement.

Chuuya let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Dealing with a drunk Dazai was never easy, but Chuuya had become adept at reading the subtle signs that betrayed his husband's intoxication.

"Fine," Chuuya relented, resignation coloring his tone. "Where are you exactly? I'll come pick you up."

Dazai rattled off the name of the bar he was at, and Chuuya sighed, already bracing himself for the inevitable headache that awaited him. With a resigned shake of his head, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door, knowing that his evening plans had just taken an unexpected detour.

Chuuya's eyes swept across the dimly lit interior of the bar, searching for any sign of Dazai amidst the crowd of patrons. It didn't take long for him to spot a familiar figure-a purple-haired girl making her way through the throng of people.

Something about her struck a chord of recognition in Chuuya's mind, but before he could dwell on it further, his attention was drawn to another figure-Dazai, lounging casually at the bar with a group of friends, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Osamu," Chuuya called out, making his way over to Dazai's side. "Let's go."

Dazai looked up at him, his gaze unfocused but oddly intense. For a moment, there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes before he unexpectedly dropped his head, resting it heavily on Chuuya's shoulder.

Chuuya blinked in surprise at the sudden gesture, but he quickly recovered, reaching out to steady Dazai as he led him towards the exit. With one arm wrapped protectively around Dazai's waist, Chuuya guided him out of the bar and towards a waiting taxi, his heart heavy with concern for his intoxicated husband.

As they settled into the backseat of the taxi, Chuuya couldn't help but stroke Dazai's hair soothingly, his touch gentle and reassuring. Despite the chaos of the night, there was a sense of quiet intimacy between them, a silent understanding that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always be there for each other. And as the taxi pulled away from the curb, Chuuya held Dazai close, grateful for the opportunity to take care of the man he loved.

Feeling Dazai's weight shifting against him, Chuuya adjusted his hold, allowing his husband to rest more comfortably against his chest. He continued to stroke Dazai's hair soothingly, the repetitive motion a comforting gesture that he hoped would help ease Dazai's drunken state.

Dazai's mumbled apology reached Chuuya's ears, and he couldn't help but smile softly despite the circumstances. "It's okay, Osamu," he murmured in response, his voice gentle and reassuring. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

As Dazai's fingers toyed with the choker around Chuuya's neck, Chuuya felt a surge of affection welling up inside him. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding Dazai's mind, he still found comfort in the familiar touch, the simple act of playing with the choker a testament to their bond.

With each passing moment, Chuuya felt a sense of gratitude wash over him, grateful for the opportunity to care for Dazai in his time of need. As they continued their journey home, Chuuya held Dazai close, his heart overflowing with love for the man who had stolen his heart. And as they finally arrived at their destination, Chuuya helped Dazai out of the taxi, his mind already turning towards the task of getting his husband safely tucked into bed.