• User is Dazai

Dazai was currently trailing behind Chuuya as he strode down a supermarket aisle way too fast for his short legs. He was headed for the snack aisle.

He'd insisted he needed some after such a successful mission, as he needed to refuel, and of course, he deserved them. Dazai had tried to slip away and simply head back to his shipping container to sleep, but Chuuya had grabbed his arm and forced him with him, muttering something about how "You need to get your lanky ass some proper meals." Too tired to bother fighting, he ended up shuffling after him after Chuuya let go, and followed him all the way into the shop.

He really was tired though, and right now he very much wished he were back in the strange container he called home, resting. See, Chuuya wasn't wrong about Dazai not eating proper meals. He had a fridge in his makeshift home and nearby water access, but that wasn't the main problem.

It was that Dazai hadn't eaten consistent meals for so long that he had virtually no appetite, and a very low weight. It started with a few skipped meals for convenience here and there, then purposeful avoidance. He couldn't find it in him to prepare anything that wouldn't make him feel sick, and not feeling hungry like a normal person either only boosted this feeling. These days, he only ends up eating when he feels like passing out.

Which was about now. Although the mission hadn't contained much fighting, it was still tiring, and that combined with Chuuya's power walk to the supermarket had significantly drained Dazai's energy. Walking after the redhead focused on his task, Dazai began to notice an uncomfortably familiar light-headedness appear, along with dancing black spots in his vision. It got worse with every step. His face was too hot. He didn't have long, and he really didn't want to collapse in the middle of an aisle.

Dazai quietly called out Chuuya's name, but he was rather a long way from him and he couldn't tell if he even heard his weak voice or not....