🌺 with the murder siblings, please, i keep making myself sad and i want them to be happy for once,
Yumeno goes to Dazai when they have nightmares. Dazai’s apartment is always locked. Even when he isn’t in it. But Q knows to bang on it until Dazai opens it, usually disheveled from either sleep or another suicide attempt.
This time, Chuuya opens the door. He gapes at Yumeno, before calling in “Oi, Dazai, your weird kid’s here for you.”
Weird kid, Q mouths distastefully.
Dazai shuffles out from somewhere inside the apartment. He’s wearing a shirt that’s the wrong size, hair messy and face a little flushed. “Hello, Q. Another nightmare?”
Q nods, holding tightly to their doll and stepping past Chuuya without brushing near him. In any case, Chuuya steps back at once.
Dazai bends down to lift them up, hauling them up surprisingly easily considering that Q is denser than they look and Dazai eats about as much as a small bird. Regardless, they bury their head in the crook of Dazai’s shoulder, trembling slightly.
No matter how terrifying the dreams Q gives others are, the ones they never share are scarier still. They don’t dare name the monsters when awake, but Dazai has heard them scream the name of every one and held them through it. Dazai knows their names, and it doesn’t frighten him at all. “Because you’re a demon yourself,” Q said one night, and closed their eyes in order to not notice the fleeting sad smile that crossed his face.
Chuuya is asking questions, demanding to know if this is a regular occurrence he should prepare for. Dazai answers them in the clipped, neat voice Q has come to associate with interrogations by Mori, and pats them clumsily on the arm. “Sleep, baby,” Dazai murmurs to them, before turning his attention back.
It’s warm in Dazai’s arms, and despite how skinny he is, he’s good at holding Q. They fall asleep to the sound of Chuuya and Dazai talking, and are well on their way to more pleasant dreams by the time Dazai lays them down in bed and pulls the sheets over them, leaning down to press a quick kiss to their forehead and whisper don’t let the bed bugs bite over them.
