Osamu Dazai has narcolepsy. It wasn't common knowledge - in fact, the only people who know are his past legal guardian, Mori Ougai, and husband, Chuuya Nakahara. Heck, not even the doctor at the ADA, Yosano, knows that he has it. Why does nobody know? Because he's been medicated and doesn't want anybody to know about such a vulnerable fact about himself.

His husband and coworker, Chuuya, isn't fond that he keeps such an important fact from the others, but they've come to the agreement that Chuuya won't tell unless Dazai does something stupid that makes him a liability. Well... his current such situation may just lead to that outcome.

He ran out of medicine, and due to some reasons, he can't get a refill for about a week. He only realized he was out this morning, thinking he had a few days worth left, and after a long conversation with his doctor, he was left empty handed. He definitely can't let Chuuya know. At least... not yet. Not today, when he's supposed to go out on a field investigation he's been looking forward to after weeks of only desk work. If he finds out Osamu's out of his medicine, he'll stay in the office with Dazai all day, or worse, make Dazai stay home - or send him home.

The plan is, whenever he feels an attack coming on, excuse himself to the another room. Well, that was the plan. He did okay with the first attack in the morning, and with the second one, he managed to pass it off as taking a random nap on the couch and posing as lazy like he normally does. The third one, however... well, being medicated so long, Dazai kinda... forgot all the possible feelings of an attack on the way.

It was lunch - an hour before Chuuya would be going out with Ranpo for their investigation, and it was only Osamu and Chuuya in the office, as everyone else was downstairs for lunch. The two were chatting about nothing in particular, and Osamu was too caught up in their conversation to pay attention to his own signals, because next thing he knows, his head is about to collide with his desk before he loses consciousness.

Chuuya watches it happen, concern slowly growing as he picks up on the signals. He immediately noticed how Osamu's words started getting slower and drawing out as his blinks got slower and slower and his eyes drooped down. He knew what Osamu's attacks looked like well - though it had been a while since he had seen one, let alone during the day - so he was completely ready as Osamu passes out, gently catching his head before it can hit the desk.

He had noticed the signs all day, though he had decided to stay quiet. Osamu was on his medicine, so Chuuya must have been imagining it, right? Well, obviously not, because now he was carrying his unconscious husband to the ADA couch. Within five minutes, Osamu was groggily blinking his eyes open, and Chuuya sighs. "Oi." He greets, slight worry leaking into his voice. "Are you- ....what happened, Osamu?"