Dazai woke up to Chuuya's alarm as always, but something was off. Usually, Chuuya would turn off the alarm almost right away and then Dazai can go back to sleep until his own alarm goes off. Today, though, the alarm kept going for a full minute. Groaning, Dazai sits up and leans over his husband, all but smacking the alarm to shut up.

Now, with peace, he takes a moment to collect himself. Confused, he looks down at his still asleep husband. That's... odd. Shaking Chuuya, Dazai calls out to him, only getting a groan in response.

That's concerning. With a frown, he shakes a little harder, causing the ginger to groan again and slur out a tired, "Mackr'l... piss off." Well... that was certainly his chibi.

Bringing a hand to Chuuya's head, Dazai finds that he's definitely running hotter than usual. He might be delirious...? That's not good. Sighing, Dazai leaves the room to call out sick for the both of them and make himself a coffee.

With his terrible immune system, he probably shouldn't be around Chuuya. If whatever Chuuya has is hitting him this hard, it'll hit Dazai 10x harder when he inevitably gets it. Arahabaki tends to mellow out sicknesses for Chuuya, after all. He returns to the room half an our later, with absolutely no protection what so ever. He'll definitely get whatever this is, and it will definitely get on Chuuya's nerves that he isnt taking many precautions - Osamu is just hoping the ginger will be too delirious to care.

He shakes Chuuya again, this time getting a better reaction out of the shorter man. Huffing, Chuuya's eyelashes sluggishly flutter open, looking up at Dazai with glazed over eyes. "What, 'Samu? What time is it..?" He asks, already thinking about work - being the workaholic he is.