Chuuya stirred, he moved around, he was comfortable. He felt his body sink into a cushioned...bed? He was still wearing his clothes and these sheets were NOT his own. His sheets were cooler and silkier. 

He liked having nice sheets, it's not like working in the mafia makes you poor.

Chuuya kept his eyes closed, he remembered what happened yesterday. The whole debacle with Dazai and the last thing he remembered was passing out in his arms.

Chuuya frowned and his face went red, that was embarrassing.  He wasn't a damsel in distress, nor was he a blinded by love fool.

Chuuya hated several things and two of them being, people who act like a damsel in distress and people who let thier emotions blind them.

Chuuya could be accused of being guilty of the latter, such as when he gets blinded by rage, such as when Ranpo tricked him. 

Chuuya didn't necessarily hate himself, he hated how impulsive he could be. Maybe, just maybe, that's part of the reason he respected Dazai, his ability to plan things out in advance and not act rash. 

It was a good counter to his impulsive nature. Maybe that was why Mori-san paired them up. Or maybe he had more than one reason.

"Chuuya, I know you're awake." Dazai sat on the bed, sinking and forming it, "I told a colleague of mine to come over. You may know her, Yosano? Now Chuuya-Kun, Do you have anything to tell me?" 

Chuuya shoved Dazai off the bed, "Why am I here?" 

"Because I was worried," Dazai spoke in almost a whisper.

Chuuya Sighed and sat up, He didn't meet his prying eyes. 

Dazai, was weird, to say the least. What Dazai just said, now that was weird. Even for Dazai. Dazai's expression of concern isn't much, and it was never direct like that. 

"Chuuya?" 

"Are you sure you're ok?" Chuuya asked, dodging the question.

"Answer the question, dammit!" Dazai grabbed Chuuya's shoulders, "I want to hear it from you, not what Yosano told me." 

Chuuya could see Dazai's eyes, they were red and puffy, and even now he seemed to be holding back tears.

"I have Hanahaki." 

"Why didn't you tell me?" Dazai pulled Chuuya in for a hug.

At first, Chuuya was still before he melted like chocolate into his arms he pressed his eyes closed blocking the sea of tears. Some broke through, thus Dazai wiped the few drops away. Chuuya made sure to make no mention of the heart beating in his chest a little more rapidly because of the darker haired male.

"Who is it?" Dazai ran his fingers through Chuuya's hair, twirling it in his fingers.

Chuuya would never say it, but he had a thing for Dazai's hands.

Chuuya didn't say anything.

"Chuu?" Dazai raised an eyebrow.

"Haven't you already figured out, Mackrel? You're smart." Chuuya closed his eyes so he couldn't see his face.

"Well, uh, yes." Dazai smirked, "Where're your words though?"

Chuuya frowned, he opened his mouth to say something, but he just couldn't speak. Or breath for that matter. 

The only thing that came out of his mouth was the lowly rasping voice that couldn't quite speak, and soon enough the rasping was gone as more flowers crawled its way up his throat.

Chuuya clawed at his through such as a cat scratching at a door.

"Chuuya? Chuuya? CHUUYA!" Dazai attempted CPR, 30 chest compressions to two breaths.

They didn't go in, but, Chuuya wasn't dead, Dazai could never let that happen.

Dazai pried his mouth open and pulled out the blood-covered flowers, one, two, three. With the help of some back blows, he was able to cough up another 7 flowers.  

Chuuya wiped away the tears he leaked not only in pain but fear and gratefulness.

Chuuya still couldn't look him in the eye, you see, a while ago there was the incident.

Chuuya leaned up against Dazai as the memories flowed through his head of thier times together, thier fights together, thier fights. There was the worst fight in his memory with Dazai, and the one time he saw Dazai cry in front of him and the single worst day of his life.

-

"You what?" Dazai's voice was empty and hollow, like when Chuuya first met him. 

"I may have slept with...,"  Chuuya mumbled.

"SPEAK UP DAMMIT!" Dazai recounted two nights before when things got a little more than hot and heavy.

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO FUCKING DO!" Chuuya yelled trying his best to dodge the question.

"Don't dodge the question, Chuuya."  Dazai sat down, he could feel his covered eye already crying, he made sure his other eye didn't leak a tear.

"I said, I slept with a stripper, who ended up to be an enemy agent." Chuuya tried to place a hand on Dazai's shoulder.

Dazai recoiled from his touch, "Don't touch me." 

"I'm sorry, DAMMIT!" Chuuya kicked a trash can.

"That doesn't make it okay." Dazai couldn't hold back his tears anymore

"I DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE AN ENEMY AGENT-" Chuuya sank to his knees.

"You really think I care that they were an enemy agent? We- I- I thought we were, you know, a thing? Or was all those nights just flings?" Dazai turned sharply to Chuuya.

"Dazai, no, of course, they weren't, This was an accident like your 'accidental' flings." Chuuya hugged himself and bawled, hoping to salvage something.

"Flings, which have stopped, since we-" Dazai clutched his chest and cried.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" Chuuya tried to get closer, but Dazai just moved farther away.

"I should go, Mori-sensei called," Dazai's tone was harshly cold.

"Wait-"

"Go hang out with your stripper." Dazai turned to face him, his face was streaming tears and his eyes were puffy, "Goodbye, Chuuya.

-

Since then, thier fighting only got worse, and Mori complained about headaches more.

Until eventually, Dazai left and Chuuya broke. That was the second-worst night of his life. 

But that was then and this is now.

"Dazai...why? Your not the kind to forgive and forget."

Dazai instantly knew what he was talking about, "Because as much as that hurt me, I loved you, Chuuya. I still do, and I always will."

Chuuya started crying and hugged Dazai.

"Just don't sleep with other people, or I WILL, go feral." Dazai smirked and winked.

"I won't, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT I WON'T, because I love you too mackrel. You're my Mackrel, you were before...do you still wan't to be my mackrel?" 

"Of course~! Don't talk like you're the dom though, We both know your submitting ways to me~" Dazai crooned in his ear.

Chuuya turned as red as his hair.

Suddenly though, he could breath, and he didn't feel the flowers growing in his lungs anymore.

"Dazai, I think my hanahaki is gone!" Chuuya smiled and laughed.

Dazai smiled back at him, "Thats amazing, Chuuya! Tommorow we'll call over Yosano to double check." 

"Okay." Chuuya kissed Dazai's cheeks and he blushed a little.

Dazai moved Chuuya between his legs, "We can always make up for lost time."

"You bet."

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SO THERES ONE LAST CHAPTER!! YES i know, this is MUCH shorter than my other fics, and THERES mORE SOuKOKu to come i actually want to write my drafts u know so i simply make them shorter fics! and no, there wont be smut next chapter, mayyybe.