[Chuuya wakes up slowly, reluctantly. Before he's even awake the pain starts to register, a throbbing in his head that threatens to get worse with consciousness. He wants to go back to sleep he wants to stay in bed. Can he?
What day is it?
He doesn't care, only presses his face deeper into his pillow. Except it's not a pillow, it's someone's chest.
Where is he?
Although there's only one person it can be. No matter how out of it he is, he'd never mistake Dazai for anyone else.]
What happened?
[No one can fault Dazai if he doesn't pick up on those words, as they were mumbled directly into his chest. Chuuya isn't moving, though. If he does, he's pretty sure his head is going to explode.]
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[Chuuya wakes up slowly, reluctantly. Before he's even awake the pain starts to register, a throbbing in his head that threatens to get worse with consciousness. He wants to go back to sleep he wants to stay in bed. Can he?
What day is it?
He doesn't care, only presses his face deeper into his pillow. Except it's not a pillow, it's someone's chest.
Where is he?
Although there's only one person it can be. No matter how out of it he is, he'd never mistake Dazai for anyone else.]
What happened?
[No one can fault Dazai if he doesn't pick up on those words, as they were mumbled directly into his chest. Chuuya isn't moving, though. If he does, he's pretty sure his head is going to explode.]