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      He sank deeper into Atsushi’s embrace, tired and swollen eyes closing under the heaviness of sorrow devouring him from inside. Atsushi’s body was warm and his fingertips cold, bringing at least a bit of comfort to his aching body. In a few moments, there was not a ruthless killer, a broken and insane man in the tiger boy’s arms anymore - he turned into a child seeking mother love and warmth of a save embrace. Atsushi was doing well…      "I could save her… if I came sooner. Or if I never joined mafia…“       Akutagawa’s voice was weak, but his words clear as he nuzzled his face against the other’s chest. His head fell down, breath even heavier than before, face burning with fever slowly creeping over his fatigued body. Soon in a delirious state, the mafioso’s body slumped against the boy’s chest and silent, hateful words left his dry lips in a silent murmur.       "I will kill them all… the whole Mafia… everyone… will die…”

Seeing Akutagawa crumble like that only broke his heart further. It wasn’t the raven’s fault that everything went downhill and Atsushi made sure to tell him that every time the mafioso had a breakdown.

For the time being, he continued to hold the other close and to card his fingers through the black and white strands of hair. It seemed to be working for it looked like Akutagawa was starting to calm down -- or the fatigue was too much -- for which he was glad.

“You didn’t know. And if you did then they would have made sure that you couldn’t reach her in time.“ Atsushi spoke slowly. “If you never joined then you wouldn’t have come so far. She would have died sooner in the slums.” 

His gaze softened as he leant down to place a gentle peck on the top of Akutagawa’s head. Ahh he was starting to break into a fever. That meant that Atsushi would have to soon move away and bring a wet cloth.

“I have a lot left, actually.” He chuckles a bit. He wasn’t kidding, when he said he bought a lot of them. “If you want, I can show you how they work with a bucket, before we put them in a bath tub.” He offers towards the weretiger, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and nuzzling into him even more, more than happy to be peppered with kisses, and returning the favor.

“Maybe later.“

Because, currently, he was far too comfortable to move away. It could wait for a later time when he wasn’t cuddling Iwao.

The way Atsushi perked up at the mention of learning how to read and write - or just getting better at it, really - made Chuuya’s face soften up all the way and even chuckle gently. Now then, just how adorable the human he has gotten himself was?

Chuuya ruffled the boy’s hair gently before sitting down opposite him. 

“Yes, of course. You can stay wherever you want in the house, wherever you like it the most.” he said with a smile. “The library is also my study, so you can just sit behind the desk and work there, if you want to. If not, so be it.” he hummed, pulling one knee to his chest as seemed to be his custom when relaxed and thinking about something. 

“Say, Atsushi…” he hummed, dropping the honorific almost without noticing he did. “Are you afraid of needles? I’m asking, because tomorrow or day after, I’ll want to feed again. I can, unfortunately, either bite you or take your blood by a needle - but I want you to decide which way you prefer it. Speaking of which, show me your neck; maybe it’d be a good idea to redress it before morning comes…” 

Unlike the other times when he leant into the touch, this time Atsushi seemed to shy away from it once the redhead’s hand left his head. It was as if he were cautious once more, warily watching for any sign that he was going to be punished soon for his earlier outburst.

His gaze returned to his tea from which he took another sip then the half eaten bun which he wolfed down. Even if he wasn’t particularly hungry at the moment, it was better to have something in his stomach than to suffer through hunger.

“I’d prefer to stay on the floor, between the books.“ he replied, a finger running on the rim of the tea mug. “I appreciate the thought, I just... feel better there.“ 

Hearing his name without the honorific at the end made him look up again, a puzzled look on his face until the vampire spoke the next words. A frown knitted his eyebrows together as he tried to suppress an involuntary shiver. “I hate needles.” Atsushi responded in a barely audible voice. “I-I’m fine with you biting.” he followed a bit louder.

“Of course I did. I wasn’t going to leave you out there in the cold.” He was aware his apartment probably wasn’t the coziest place in the world, but at the very least it was a better choice than getting soaked in the rain; so he thought. Dazai begun preparing the tea, setting down the rest of the things on the table as he waited for the water to boil.

“Were you able to rest well last night?” he asked.

“You could have dropped me at the Agency or even the apartment complex. I appreciate the fact that you chose to deal with me instead.“ he added softly, a sad look flashing in his eyes so quickly that one had to wonder if they were seeing things.

Atsushi hummed under his breath as he poked the omelette with the fork before carefully dropping it on the empty plate and bringing both of them over to the table.

“Very well, Atsushi,” the Spirit said, smiling. Clearly he was the type to please other people, as he immediately changed his approach. “My, you truly are a lifesaver,” he said, and then sighed - it was a sigh of relief. “Everyone else I called out to either ignored me, or got scared. To think I could’ve spent days, weeks, if not years, trapped within that glass container, if it wasn’t for you! I cannot thank you enough.” Weirdly enough, his words seemed to be sincere, and not just some acting. “I’m afraid I have no money, nor any personal belonging, that I could give to you, but I will do whatever you ask me to in order to show my gratitude!” Again - no exaggeration in his words. Sylvester totally meant every word he said. Or so he thought. He ain’t the smartest dude in the cast.

Honestly, Atsushi felt bad for Sylvester. What kind of people -- friends -- would just straight up lock their friend in a bottle and either ignore him or leave him in Fate’s hands? What if nobody freed the poor spirit? Would they have come back for him then? Hopefully.

“That sounds... horrible. And like it has happened before.“ Which was a concerning thought.

Nevertheless, the boy smiled gently before tilting his head to the side in confusion. Hah? Was he being offered something in exchange for being a decent being and helping others? Oh. He couldn’t accept such thing. He’d feel bad for it later on.

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Atsushi doesn’t even glance in Chuuya’s direction at first. Rather, he checks himself for any possible wounds that he may have suffered as a result of the risks that he just took in order to save the people before he straightens his position.

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A rather confused look danced in amethyst eyes. Why did Akutagawa suddenly demand of him that they switch attires? All it managed to do was to confuse the poor boy although he didn’t object to it. Truth to be told, the raven’s clothes were pretty comfortable.

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“Akutagawa-san…?“ Atsushi called out softly, reaching a hand for the other’s forehead and gently pressing against it. Akutagawa’s forehead was still warm although it wasn’t burning as badly as it had been previously. That aside, most of his wounds seemed to have healed as well which was good. Now… Ah, he hadn’t expected to have to deal with amnesia.