#drunkzai

raaaaaaaaaaa

But of course! And i obviously took it way too seriously... again.

If you like drunk Dazai, consider checking caelanglang's little strips, both Dazai and Chuuya are absolutely adorable!

TW: Drunkness, and mentioned argument, no detail is gone into.

The ticking minute hand on the clock only furthered Chuuya’s agitation, and his worry.

Dazai had been gone all day because of a stupid fight, a fight Dazai himself was responsible for!

Now he was throwing a fit, and ignoring Chuuya’s calls.

A quick glance at the clock told him it was three in the morning.

Where was he?

Chuuya tried calling again, but there was no answer, just the ringing of the phone echoing throw the silent apartment.

He didn’t know what to do, if he left; Dazai might come back while he was gone, and if he stayed Dazai might die somewhere, it was driving him crazy.

Staying home turned out to be the right choice though, because after another thirty minutes, he saw a car pull into the driveway; Dazai’s car, it was a miracle he hadn’t wrecked it.

Chuuya stood up and crossed his arms, unable to hide his anger, he clenched his jaw and made his way to the front door.

He could hear Dazai struggling to open the door, and could instantly tell why when the smell of cheap alcohol hit his senses, causing him to scrunch up his nose.

“Really? You had me worried sick because you felt like getting wasted?” the ginger snapped, but upon not getting a reply from the brunette he sighed and softened.

“You’re really drunk, huh? Let’s get you to bed.” He made his way over to his husband, swinging Dazai’s arm over his shoulder, and his own around Dazai’s waist and led him to their bedroom.

The taller man leaned heavily against him, barely able to walk at all, how had he managed to get home in one piece?

Chuuya set him gently on the bed, crouching down to remove his shoes, when he got up Dazai was staring at him, and mumbled a, “sorry.”

The brunette could be apologizing for a million different things, but Chuuya decided to assume it was for picking a fight this morning, and replied, “we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

He helped him lie back, and before Chuuya could even think about going and changing, Dazai had pulled him into the bed.

Chuuya was going to object, but noting the slight tremors in his husband’s body, he decided sleeping in his clothes would be okay just for tonight.

He carefully maneuvered to turn out the light, before getting more comfortable, his arms coming around the other man, gently stroking his back and hair.

“Don’t leave,” Dazai mumbled, nuzzling into his neck.

“I won’t,” Chuuya promised softly, knowing he was likely in another world, a world his mind had made.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the brunettes forehead before closing his eyes.