Ghost [Soukoku ] {Trigger warning }

5:Head Above Water

[TRIGGER WARNING]

Chuuya sent a quick ‘Ok’ after seeing Dazai’s message, then putting his phone down to look at his hand. His bandage was almost soaked with blood.

He takes the bloodied bandages off, wincing slightly when it pulled off, half-dried blood sticking between the bandage and his hand. He goes to his kitchen and grabs a clean, wet cloth to try to wipe some of the blood away after throwing the blood-soaked bandage away.

It took Dazai thirty minutes to reach Chuuya's. When he got there, he rang the doorbell, wincing as he took a breath that wasn't shallow.

By then, Chuuya had clumsily wrapped his hand in bandages, though it didn't do too much, since the blood was already mostly dried. “Ah, yo.” He answered the door with his free hand, inviting Dazai in before closing the door behind Dazai and going back to messing with the bandage and trying to get it wrapped correctly.

Dazai sighed loudly. “Need some help?”

Chuuya jerked slightly at the loud sigh, glancing up at Dazai for a moment before taking the bandage off completely. “That-... yeah, it's probably all wrong anyways…” He mutters, turning his hand to look at the wounds across his fingers.

Dazai looked at him with the one eye that wasn't covered with bandages and his hair. “What happened?” He asked as he gently cleaned the dried blood off of Chuuya's hand before neatly wrapping it.

After a moment of watching him do that instead of looking Dazai in the eye, Chuuya spoke, more like muttering, “He brought a f*cking knife. I went to grab it and missed the damn handle. But I guess it was worth it. That look on his face and hilarious, now that I think about it.” There's a slight chuckle as he says that. He means he probably won't get bothered anymore. Or at least as much.

“You need to learn to control your temper…” Dazai mumbled as he finished up. “So what project are we working on today?”

He shrugged when Dazai mentioned his temper. He knew that already, but he had recently been working on that. “Well… it's a Monday, so English, I guess.” He grabs his English book out of his backpack, which was near the couch. Then he sat down.

His place was somewhat small, but also clearly not someplace that could be bought with an average income. And the place was neat. Tidy.

He invites Dazai to sit on the other end of the couch.

Dazai slowly walks over and sits down, discomfort and pain clear on his face for a split second before he lets out a shallow breath. “So, we should practice our scene right?”

Chuuya nods, but not without noticing the other's momentary expression out of the corner of his eyes.

“... want any water or snacks?” He asks, kind of out of the blue.

“Um, I'll have water.” As soon as Dazai says that, however, his stomach growls and he kinda looks defeated.

“...” Chuuya raises an eyebrow before, almost like a mother, literally grabs a basket full of different snacks as well as two water bottles from the kitchen and puts it all in the living room with them, sitting back down and looking at Dazai pointedly before grabbing one if the snacks himself and snacking on it, pushing the basket towards Dazai afterwards with his foot.