Recently, Dazai has had a bad bout of insomnia. It was abnormal, but Chuuya also isn't surprised. There's been a surplus of stress recently after everything at mersault. Now, Dazai has chronic pain in his shoulder and needs a cane to walk due to shattering his ankle in the mersault elevator. Additionally, even though Fyodor has been defeated, Dazai's been incredibly on edge and paranoid.

Tonight, Chuuya was woken up by a loud crash, jolting up in bed and looking around in confusion. To his displeasure, his husband, Dazai, wasn't next to him like he was when he fell asleep. That no doubt means that Dazai never went to sleep after Chuuya. Even worse, his cane was still beside their bed, meaning Dazai was walking on his bad leg. The ginger huffs out a sigh, slowly getting out of bed in search of the mackerel.

He enters the kitchen, seeing Dazai crouched on the floor and muttering quiet curses as he picks up shards of broken glass, having dropped a glass cup. Chuuya quickly rushes over, pushing Dazai's hands away from the glass. "Oi! You're going to cut yourself, dumbass." Chuuya grumbles out, finally getting a good look at Dazai's face. He looks exhausted.

"You still haven't slept? It's been four days since you last slept." Chuuya asks, eyebrows furrow in worry, knowing full well about how bad Dazai's insomnia can be. When Dazai shakes his head no, Chuuya huffs out a sigh and crouches down to Dazai's level. "C'mon, Osamu. Let's get you to bed. I'll clean up the glass in the morning." He says gently.