[When he wakes up, Dazai will find that phone sitting on the night stand, sitting next to a pack of prescription strength painkillers. There's also a pair of black boxers, just because Chuuya can't handle it if he keeps walking around naked. It's distracting.
Chuuya wants him. It doesn't matter that Dazai isn't capable of giving him what he wants - Chuuya would take anything he could give. And the reminder makes him feel pathetic. Besides, buying a pair of underwear is pretty cheap, when he was already out picking up medicine.
That's his excuse, though Dazai probably knows better.
Chuuya is in his guest bedroom, long since turned into a home dojo. He's been working out, trying to sweat out his feelings and frustrations, and not really getting anywhere with it. By now he's moved on to stretches, pushing his flexibility to its limits, enjoying the light pain in his muscles.
He's keeping one ear cocked for any sounds from his bedroom, in case Dazai wakes up. He knows he won't hear Dazai unless he wants to be heard, but that's never stopped him from trying.
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Chuuya wants him. It doesn't matter that Dazai isn't capable of giving him what he wants - Chuuya would take anything he could give. And the reminder makes him feel pathetic. Besides, buying a pair of underwear is pretty cheap, when he was already out picking up medicine.
That's his excuse, though Dazai probably knows better.
Chuuya is in his guest bedroom, long since turned into a home dojo. He's been working out, trying to sweat out his feelings and frustrations, and not really getting anywhere with it. By now he's moved on to stretches, pushing his flexibility to its limits, enjoying the light pain in his muscles.
He's keeping one ear cocked for any sounds from his bedroom, in case Dazai wakes up. He knows he won't hear Dazai unless he wants to be heard, but that's never stopped him from trying.
It's not like he's able to relax anyway.]