From years of being in the mafia, Chuuya's senses have been heightened. If he needs to stay safe, if he needs to focus, for any purpose, all five senses were sharp.

So when he faintly hears clicking noises from the living room as he lays splayed out on his bed, he knows someone was breaking in.

But was he scared? No. He may have used Corruption--and not yet recovered--but only one person was foolish enough to pick his lock.

And he knows that person wouldn't hurt him like this.

And that person is--

"Chibi~"

A familiar voice beckons from the living room, and footsteps clack on the wood floor, until a tall brunette in a trenchcoat enters Chuuya's bedroom.

Dazai Osamu.

The man who Chuuya saved the life of not even 24 hours ago.

"What are you doing here?"

Chuuya strains his throat just speaking.

Dazai sticks his hands in his pockets nonchalantly. "Oh, I just came to check up on my dearest hatrack. He really wore himself out trying to save me, I figured it was my turn to save him."

Chuuya rolls his eyes. "Thanks, but I'm fine on my own."

Dazai, uninvited, climbs into bed beside the redhead, looking down at him lovingly.

"Not now, Chuuya. You're injured. I want to take care of you."

The detective removes his trenchcoat and lies down beside the redhead, enveloping him in his arms.

Dazai is so warm.

Chuuya closes his eyes and sighs happily.

"I'm here, Chuuya. I won't leave."

Chuuya, very slowly, puts a hand against Dazai's chest affectionately.

"Thank you for saving me, my prince."

And Chuuya drifts off to sleep, Dazai's fingers running through his hair, saying sweet words that Chuuya would normally dismiss, but he knew, Dazai meant everything right now, being there, snuggling him...

Protecting him.