"When did you last brush your hair, Dazai?" The redhead asks casually.
Both girls are warm in bed under their many, many blankets.
She said it quickly, a mere comment with no meaning or intent behind it. Dazai, of course, takes full offense.
She whips her head back to look at Chuuya, only she is stopped halfway, nearly jumping off the bed at her hair being pulled.
Chuuya was combing her fingers through Dazai's hair. Which of course, had many, many knots.
"Chuuya!" She exclaims, rubbing circles on her scalp.
The shorter girl rests her hand on the nape of Dazai's neck, clicks her tongue, and says,
"It's not my fault you don't look after yourself. Hell, when was the last time you even washed your hair?"
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So, they're now both standing outside of the bathroom. Chuuya holds a shower caddy in one hand.
"Ladies first," Dazai says with a smirk.
"Fuck off. Just go first!" Chuuya huffs, shifting her weight to one leg. She regrets ever thinking that Dazai of all people could just walk through a door like a normal human being, let alone be cooperative in the act of washing her hair.
"It's your house, so you should go first. I'm the guest, after all." The brunette says.
Chuuya was about to speak, her words dying in her throat as Dazai promptly walks into the bathroom, completely setting aside her past statements.
"Was that so hard?" Chuuya scoffs, setting the shower caddy down beside the toilet and taking out a towel from her closet.
"Strip." she finally says, checking out some other things in her closet, paying no mind to Dazai.
"Chuuya wants me to undress myself?" Dazai says, a smirk noticeably in her voice. Her words come out like they always do. There was absolutely no telling what was going on inside her head.
"Just turn the water on. Set it up however you like— Oh and, don't forget to plug the drain."
She finally turns around to find Dazai standing naked, looking through the cabinets like this is a normal everyday occurrence. Which, it is not a normal occurrence in the slightest.
Once again, Chuuya stops herself from saying anything. Nothing can be said to Dazai.
She sets her collection of hand-picked items from her closet down on the counter and once again turns to face Dazai.
"Get in the tub."
"But Chuuya, it's not all the way full yet, can't you see? Or is it too high up for you?" She remarks with a shit-eating grin spread across her face.
"Get. In. The. Tub." She repeats through gritted teeth.
"Fine, fine, i'll get in the bath if it'll make my dog feel better." She says as she lowers herself into the tub.
Chuuya sits down on the toilet lid, facing Dazai.
"Okay- you have two choices, got it?"
She holds out two bottles of what appears to be shampoo.
"Do you want this one? it smells like—" She looks down at the bottle for a split second.
Meanwhile, Dazai is splashing water around like an impatient toddler.
"Okay so, this one is Coconut and Vanilla. This other one is Almond and Shea butter. Which one do you want?"
Dazai quits playing with the water and puts on her best thinking face, going as far as to scratch her chin and tilt her head.
"Let me smell them first, at least, ne Chuuya?"
Despite asking first, she still snatches both bottles without hesitation and gives them a thorough sniff.
Finally, she chooses.
"I want this one."
She hands throws both bottles back to Chuuya and dramatically sinks herself into the water without warning.
Suddenly, she emerges like a siren about to lead a man to his death.
"But to be fair, they both smell like shit. That one was just the better option."
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Getting my hair wet, duh. Stupid slug."
"Why do I bother asking? Why do I bother to do anything with you?" She laughs at her own words. More so, she laughs at the situation she's set up herself.
Chuuya lathers up two pumps of the shampoo in her palms and massages it onto Dazai's scalp with a surprising amount of care and affection.
She promised she would wash her hair, so here she is. staying true to her promise.
Dazai may get on her nerves occasionally (Correction—all of the time), but she genuinely enjoys taking care of her. She also enjoys seeing her partner happy.
She knows just as well that Dazai enjoys the attention and how much she enjoys looking after her, although she may not say it out loud.
Dazai leans into her touch, humming softly. She doesn't notice either of those things herself. Chuuya, of course, thinks it's the cutest thing about Dazai. She's happy only she can see her like this.
"Close your eyes." Chuuya says softly. Well,— it's softly when compared to the tone she used earlier.
Dazai closes her eyes without any snarky comments or hesitation beforehand. She's soft and pliant under Chuuya's touch. Nothing to do with the "Demon prodigy" facade that she put on for the whole world.
Chuuya uses an old cup to rinse the soapy suds out of Dazai's hair. She squeezes the water out of her hair as best she can and rakes in a normal amount of leave in conditioner to her hair. No more knots.
" 'zai, i'm done with your hair." She says, standing up from the toilet lid and placing the shower caddy on it instead.
"There's a couple'a body washes in there— take whichever. I'll bring your clothes in a bit."
Dazai only nods. She looks like a wet cat, her eyes look like an endless void, but she had a softness to her that wasn't there before. She seemed sort of dazed. Chuuya didn't mind. As long as she wasn't actively trying to kill herself again. It took a long time to get her to stop. Yet, chuuya would do it all over again if she had to.
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Around fifteen minutes later, Dazai comes waltzing into Chuuya'stheir room, and finds her girlfriend on her phone.
"Chuuya." She finally says.
"Oh, I didn't notice you there. How w-"
Dazai isn't wearing any clothes. She didn't even bother to wrap a towel around herself.
"I forgot to bring you your clothes, i'm sorry." Chuuya stammers out.
"No, Chuuya." She begins to walk towards the bed.
"I need you, please, Chuuya." She pulls herself on the bed and straddles Chuuya's hips through the comforter.
"I've never wanted anything more than right now. I promise i'll be so good for you, i'll do whatever you want, Chuuya." Her words were breathy and sweet. Genuine yearning and desire in her voice.
"Dazai- This- What's going on? What happened, are you alright?" She shifts up, careful with Dazai.
"I'm fine- But- Please, Chuuya. I promise you you're the only thing I need." Her pupils are massive, her irises nearly pitch black with need and want.
Now, Chuuya knows how to tell exactly what Dazai is feeling. At all times.
She has seen every single emotion that there is to feel, plastered on her face. Hell, she's seen all five fucking stages of grief on Dazai, but never something like this.
This was pure, unbewildered lust.
It was not by any means sinful, or wrong, it was quite the opposite. It was genuinely pure.
Dazai rocks her hips on Chuuya's covered thighs, leaving a spot on the covers that she would surely be scolded for later. But right now, none of it matters. The only thing that matters is that Chuuya fulfill Dazai.
"How bad do you want me, Osamu?" She says lowly.
"I don't want you, Chuuya, I need you. I need you so, so, so bad." Dazai nearly cried. Her voice was higher pitched and filled with want.
Without another word, Chuuya shifts on top of Dazai, pinning her to the bed and spreads her legs with her knee, applying just the right amount of pressure to her already sensitive cunt, causing Dazai to throw her head back, letting out a whimper as her back arched off the mattress.
"So responsive already. I haven't even touched you, Dazai."
Dazai sighs and looks up at Chuuya with those eyes, still so full of desire for her.
"Fuck, Dazai, you're so wet for me." Chuuya mumbles under her breath, running her fingers delicately across Dazai's folds.
She stops at her hole and dips one of her fingers in slowly, giving Dazai a moment to adjust before adding in a second.
"You're being so good for me, 'zai.." She says, her other hand gently rubbing soothingly against Dazai's neck, her shoulders, every nook and cranny. No part of Dazai would go unloved by Chuuya.
"Chuuuya, please." She says, dragging out the vowels in 'Chuuya'.
"Please what, Dazai? Use your words." Chuuya says lowly into the crook of Dazai's neck, like she was made to be there. Like it was meant to hold her and only her.
Chuuya pushes her fingers in deeper, holding pressure to her most sensitive spot, not moving them at all.
"Chuuya, please, just fuck me—! You're being meannn!!" Dazai tries her best to sound put together, like she doesn't have Chuuya knuckles deep inside of her.
Chuuya starts slowly pumping her fingers in and out of Dazai, her palm rubbing against her clit with every thrust.
The sounds that were coming out of Dazai were the best thing that Chuuya had ever had the privilege of hearing. A symphony of soft whimpers and moans, and Chuuya was the conductor.
" 'm so close Chuu-" The younger says through soft gasps and whimpers.
Chuuya already knew that. The way she clenches around her fingers drives her mad.
"Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya, please, please, please-!" She repeats her name like a prayer as she's arching off the bed, sweet moans escaping her lips.
Chuuya continues rubbing at her over-sensitive nub relentlessly as she rides through her orgasm.
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"Holy shit." She says after she regains a bit of her composure. Both of them were now lying side by side on opposite ends of the bed, Dazai’s words still had a light and airy tone to them, which is exactly how she felt as well; light and airy.
“I’ll got get you a rag to clean yourself off, you think you can change the covers?” Asks Chuuya, standing and walking towards the door.
“I think I can do that, yeah.” Dazai says while nodding, an arm draped lazily over her eyes.
Dazai blocks out most of the background noise, only registering Chuuya’s footsteps as she leaves and comes back.
She comes back fairly quickly with a warm washcloth and tosses it to Dazai who has not moved an inch since she left. She also brought along some snacks and drinks. Dazai often enjoys “aftercare” with Chuuya more than the acts leading up to it.
“You said you would change the covers, what the fuck were you doing while I was gone?”
“I said I could theoretically change the covers, not that I would actually change the covers. Do Chuuya’s ears not work right or could you just not hear me properly from all the way down there?” Dazai responds in the snarky way she always did. Chuuya loves that about her although she pretended to hate it most of the time.
“Big words don’t fit in your mouth, Osamu.” Chuuya retorts.
“Yeah? You got anything that does fit in my mouth, then?”
That fucking sly bitch.
She had accepted defeat. She could say absolutely nothing back to Dazai.
“Just clean yourself off.”
She contemplated going back to the kitchen and not feeding Dazai anything at all, but of course, she could not bring herself to do it.
“I got you some snacks as well- just don’t eat them all like last time.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I won’t.” She says as she opens up the not so wide variety of snacks. She only brought trail mix and water.
She stuffs a handful of the trail mix into her mouth, mumbling something while her mouth is still full.
Chuuya sits on the edge of the bed and carefully climbs on top of Dazai.
“I love you.”
Dazai twirls ginger locks in her hair, tempted to braid it. Pull on it. Breathe it in. Anything. Breathe Chuuya in.
“Thanks, but— I already have a girlfriend..” She smirks, looking at Chuuya with heavy eyes.
“Very funny, Dazai.”
The redheaded girl leans in for a kiss, taking the brunette by surprise. She, obviously, kisses her back. It was a very uncoordinated one. Teeth against teeth, low panting, and the soft metallic tinge of blood. Dazai and her stupid lip picking.
“But I guess I love you, too.”