Chuuya groaned as he woke up to his alarm, slamming a fist down on it to get it to shut up. Begrudgingly, he sat up, stretching. The first thing he immediately notices is that Dazai isn't in bed with him. That's weird. His husband always wakes up after him. Chuuya sluggishly pulls himself out of bed and makes his way to the kitchen, finding a pale Dazai making coffee.

Chuuya just silently stared at the mackerel, surprised that he hadn't been noticed yet. The brunette seemed to be shaking, his face pale as he leans against the kitchen counter for support. Okay, something was definitely up.

"Osamu?" Chuuya asked, walking closer to his husband. Dazai's gaze slowly turned to see Chuuya, a dazed look in his glazed over eyes. Oh. Chuuya knows that look. He's sick. And he's getting ready for work. Hell no.

"Why didn't you wake me up and tell me you weren't feeling well?" Chuuya asks, moving a hand to Dazai's forehead. As expected, he's burning up. He always gets really bad fevers when sick. Chuuya wouldn't be surprised if Dazai's delirious right now.