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Dazai is having a bad day.
Chuuya's "Dazai sensor" rings warning bells in his brain. He pulls on the cup by his window, connected to his neighbor, signaling Dazai to take his side of the cup.
Dazai upon noticing his own cup shaking, looks up at the window with tired eyes. He sighs, then puts the cup on his ear.
"Dazai?"
"Yeah?"
“You seem tired.” Chuuya replied.
Dazai slumps, “It’s nothing. Just a not so great day.”
Chuuya did not respond for a few seconds, Dazai briefly wonders if Chuuya fell asleep but he catches Chuuya’s reply.
"Want me to sing a lullaby, Osamu?"
The involuntary twitch of Dazai's lips weren't left unnoticed by the other.
He signals Chuuya to listen, then promptly replies, "It would be an honor."
Chuuya sits properly on his bed, “Then, you have to listen carefully, Okay?”
“Okay.”
It may seem stupid, as they have their cellphones right next to them. More convenient, and would give better quality than cups and strings but this is their tradition. A way of reaching out to the other, in a natural yet a way of communication meant for only the two of them.
A red string on either side of the cups, the line of fate never ceasing.
Dazai sleeps, with a smile, a cup on his ear and a soft lullaby that resonates and resonates in his own little world. Dazai sleeps, in peace, a smile that dances on his face. Even If his day turned out to be awful, his night is turning out to be so perfect .
His Chibi always makes everything wonderful.
He couldn't help but smile wider when he heard a small "I love you Osamu. Good night~"
He takes the cup off his ear and whispers "I love you too, darling~, Sweet dreams."
Oh how Dazai wishes this routine would be kept forever.
He wishes and he hopes and yet the routine is lost.
Not that they lost connection, but it’s because years later, he has the redhead in his arms, no longer separated by a string of distance.
The redhead humming the same lullaby from when they were younger. Oh so peaceful, oh so quiet. It’s as if Chuuya is trying to preserve the same tradition, that this song can only be heard by the two of them.
Unheard by the wind, mute to the stars, let their voices be unheard by the moon. This lullaby is kept for only Dazai and Chuuya. No one else, nothing else.
His finger slides to Chuuya's wedding ring, he gives it a tender kiss, then leans onto Chuuya. Interrupting his lullaby for a chaste goodnight kiss.
"Sweet dreams, darling."
"Goodnight to you too, Osamu."
This time, “I love you”s don't need to be said. Not in the nonexistent space between them.
Not within the cuddles and the heavy blankets. It's heard, it will be heard, so clear in the space only for them and them alone.
A soft sweet lullaby never fails to echo deep within their hearts, the unsaid I love you crystal clear, the spilling adoration from Chuuya's voice. It's perfect .