Getting caught in the rain unprepared is never an enjoyable experience for anyone, for Dazai though, well, he likens it to a disaster. (Okay, he may be being dramatic but what’s life without a little drama?)

Frizzy hair, squeaky shoes, soggy clothes, all inconveniences he’d rather not deal with, worst of all— wet bandages. They stick to him, rub horribly against sensitive skin, chafe without remorse.

He’s miserable by the time he arrives home, and the lights are off in the entrance which means Chuuya is in bed, hopefully still awake because he needs the warmth and comfort of being held in his chibi’s arms.

Shoes off he drags his weary, rain soaked body towards the bathroom surprised to find the warm glow of candlelight spilling out underneath the door and the faint sound of Chuuya humming to himself.

Just the thought of seeing Chuuya is like a balm for the soul. He’s pushing open the door, already feeling better at the idea of what’s on the other side.

Chuuya is dancing around to the melody he’s creating while he scatters those scented rose petals he loves so much into the full bath, candles casting delightful shadows over the pane of exposed shoulders and back. Dazai could just watch this for hours.

“You’re home.” Chuuya turns, making his way over, reaching up on his tip toes to plant a chaste kiss on his chapped lips. It’s warm, /perfect/ everything he could ever need.

“Hey chibi. Are you about to have a soak?” Gesturing to the bath Dazai wraps one arm around Chuuya’s waist, pulling him up for another kiss, longer, deeper than the first.

Breaking away Chuuya falls back on his feet, looking over his shoulder at the bath. “Nope, this is for you. Once I saw the weather I knew you’d need it.”

“Hmm, for me?”

“Yes mackerel, for you. Wet bandages make your skin sensitive and the longer you leave them on the higher chance you have of getting sick. A long hot bath will warm you up and ease any irritation the bandages may have caused. Now get in.”

“Only if chibi joins me.” Waggling his eyebrows in an attempt to convince him, Dazai starts undressing, moving towards the bath.

“I was planning to, don’t worry. Let’s get those bandages off, sit on the edge of the tub for me sweetheart.”

Dazai does as Chuuya says, stripped down to just his bandages, balancing on the side. Chuuya makes his way over, placing a gentle kiss to damp locks before removing the first fastening to start loosening the fabric around his neck.

He peels the layers off with the most delicate of touches, fingertips ghosting over bare skin, raising goosebumps along the path they trace. Minute shivers travel up Dazai’s spine ever time Chuuya kisses one of the scars on his mission to strip him completely bare.

Chuuya practically pushes him in the bath once he’s done, climbing in after he’s settled and making himself comfy against his chest. Dazai relaxes fully, lanky arms wrapping around the beauty in front of him.

After the bath Chuuya covers him in fluffy towels, drying every inch, from his hair to the soles of his feet before dragging them both under the covers.

Chuuya shifts to comfortably nuzzle against him, peppering kisses up his neck until he reaches his goal, placing a final kiss on now soft lips.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime Love, now get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Chuuya.”