Dazai knew better. He knew better, dammit! But, of course, Dazai has also always been the type to push people's limits. The past few weeks, Dazai has been stealing Ranpo's snacks here and there when the detective was out. Ranpo knew this, but he figured Dazai would cut it out before he really got on Ranpo's nerves. He didn't, so there's really only one way to teach him a lesson.

Ranpo switched out all of his candies for identical ones, just laced in aphrodisiac. The boy has gotta learn somehow, and learning, he is. Dazai ate all of them without realizing. They seemed sweeter than usual. And when Ranpo came up from the cafe from lunch, he wasn't shocked to find out Dazai had left in a rush. Said he was sick. Sure, Ranpo smirks.

Dazai rushed home to take care of his little... situation downstairs, and to his utter dismay, his best friend and husband, Chuuya Nakahara, had decided today was the perfect day to finish work early. The short redhead perked up when he heard the door open, looking over in Dazai's direction. "Welcome home, Osamu...?" He says with a slight chuckle, "You're home early."

Dazai rushed out an explanation before saying he was having really bad stomach issues, and excused himself to the bathroom, saying he'll chat more with Chuuya once he's good. He rushed into the bathroom, leaving the petite mafioso completely unimpressed and maybe even a little worried. Scratch that. Very worried.

Dazai did not look good. At all. His face was bright red, he was shaking like a leaf, he was panting, he was sweating up a storm and looked feverish, and his eyes were completely glazed over. Yeah. Chuuya was worried. Stomach issues, my ass! Knocking on the bathroom door, Chuuya frowns. "Osamu...? You alright in there, baby? Is there anything I can get for you? Medicine, maybe?"