Chuuya Nakahara had never once seen the infamous Dazai Osamu get sick.

It was rare for the brunette to contract an illness, but when it did— it hit him hard. And Chuuya knew that.

So, the moment he read your fever of 104.5, he knew it was one of those rare occasions.

“Damnit, Dazai— sit your ass down. You’re not doing anything but resting today.” The ginger scolds, jabbing your forehead gently.

Today, Chuuya would drop everything and just comfort his stupid mackerel.