Ghost [Soukoku ] {Trigger warning }

8:Impossible {trigger warning}

Dazai noticed the fight on his way back, debating on if he should grab Chuuya and stop him. After a few seconds of debating with himself, Dazai went into the classroom and grabbed Chuuya easily, knocking him out immediately by way of pressure point as he did so, then  throwing him over his shoulder and walking out.

Of course, it worked, and Chuuya hadn’t exactly been expecting this. He would wake after a while, slightly disoriented, eventually getting his eyes open and glancing around his current location.

They were currently back at Chuuya's place, as Dazai had come back for his phone. Chuuya was on his bed and Dazai was nowhere to be seen at the moment.

Chuuya gets up off of his bed and huffs. He figures it was Dazai who had pulled that off, and he was kind of glad he did. The smaller man goes and checks the guest room Dazai was in before.

Dazai was currently in the tub in the secondary bathroom, just relaxing and trying to figure out if he should run or get murdered.

Chuuya had seen the phone on the bed and decided to take a look, having become curious as to Dazai's relation with his father.
The messages on the lockscreen that he saw had consisted of swearing, name-calling, threats of what would happen. Of course, there were most of them which he wasn't able to read the entirety of and there were tons of missed calls, but Chuuya had gotten what he needed to know after a while.

Dazai had heard the floor creak lightly as Chuuya walked, and sighed. He just wanted to go back to bed and cuddle but that probably wouldn't happen.

Eventually, Chuuya had put the phone down. He was thinking now, and he had wanted to do something for a while now, but he didn't know what exactly. He plops, face-down, on the guest bed and just closes his eyes with a huff. Stressful.

Dazai gets out of the tub after some time and comes to the  guest room with just a towel wrapped around his waist. “Is Mr. Sleepy head awake?”

“Th'hell are you talking about. That was your fault.” Chuuya half whines that when he finally stood up. But when he sees Dazai, he pauses for a second, still not used to seeing Dazai almost naked like this.

Dazai was leaning against the doorframe. Not only was he in just a towel, but he also has no bandages on. It was good to let the skin breathe every once in a while. Dazai then noticed his phone. “You saw all that huh?”

“... yeah.” Chuuya decided to speak the truth. “Hey,” he backs up slightly so he's nearer to the bed, “c'mere a sec.” It sounded more like a request than an order.

Dazai walked over to Chuuya. “Yeah? What is it?”

The smaller boy blinked for a moment, staring up at Dazai for a good 10 seconds before reaching out and grabbing the other's wrist, pulling him into a hug.

Dazai wrapped his arm around  Chuuya, resting his chin on the top of the other's head. “I feel like it's unlike  you to give hugs… so what's  wrong?”