For ninjou.

[tenimuho]

[Tonight, Dazai is really drunk.

This is not different from most other nights in their favorite bar, save for a few things.

1. Ango isn't here.

2. Dazai is really drunk. The kind of drunk that has Odasaku concerned that he might be trying to die through liver failure. That drunk.

And so, it's with hesitation that he speaks up.]

Maybe you should stop drinking for tonight.

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[ninjou]

[Dazai doesn't either. But... well, nevermind.]

I see, I see. Well, me either.

[tenimuho]

Why'd you bring it up?

[????????]

[ninjou]

No reason. I was curious.

[And he's lying.]

[tenimuho]

Alright.

[And Odasaku believes him, because... it's Odasaku.]

Do you need anything else? More water?

[ninjou]

[He wants so desperately to believe that all of this will be okay that he's willing to stretch his own mind to consider the possibility that their meeting and becoming friends and now more was predestined and always meant to succeed.]

I'll probably take a shower in a little while, if that's okay.

[tenimuho]

That's fine. You can use anything I have.

[Except the toothbrush, there's a limit to how much he'll give up.]

[ninjou]

Can I borrow a shirt?

[A little soft, breathy laugh, and Dazai looks down at his soup.]

Unless you're fine with me walking around with nothing on but my underwear.

[tenimuho]

The shirt would be better. It might be a little big on you.

[...It might not be much better, actually. They're starting the Boyfriend Shirt Stealing trope early.]

[ninjou]

[Odasaku, get ready to fall harder in love with your accidentally cute boyfriend.]

I'll borrow the shirt, then. It'll be comfortable if it's a little big.

[tenimuho]

[It will be really, really hard not to kiss him a lot when he sees it.]

Take any one you like.

[ninjou]

[Kiss him. Do it. Get sick.]

The purple one you wear when you're going to meetings. I want that one.

[tenimuho]

[but then they'll have to postpone having sex even longer]

Any reason why?

[ninjou]

[Oh. Right.]

Because I think of it when I remember when I fell for you. You were wearing it.

[tenimuho]

...Oh. I'm glad I kept it then.

[It's getting kind of old by now.]

[ninjou]

Right. Me too. You don't wear it as much now, but I figured you still had it.

[tenimuho]

I might not ever get rid of it now.

[It's suddenly much more sentimental.]

[ninjou]

Careful. If that's the case, I'll wear it to sleep in when I come over. It's soft...

[tenimuho]

You say that like that's bad.

[ninjou]

I'll curl up in it and think, ah, this smells like Odasaku's cologne...

[tenimuho]

My cologne isn't even that strong.

[Why do you do this.]

[ninjou]

"Ah, this smells like nothing" then.

[He sounds stuffy, but he sounds better. The soup is helping.]

[tenimuho]

Now you're messing with me.

[ninjou]

Odasaku...

[He looks at him with genuine, pure intent, and gentle eyes.]

Thank you.

[tenimuho]

[Please stop doing things that make him want to hug you, Dazai.]

What for?

[ninjou]

[He holds the soup up a little.]

I wasn't feeling well, and this is helping.