avian pmskk shortfic
PMskk fluff, @/torrifying on twt's Avian au
Pairing: Chuuya/Dazai
Warnings: mention of sh
It takes a nearly failed mission before Dazai finally cracks.
Chuuya covered for him as much as he could, but at the end of the day lying to Mori never really went well and all it took was one look at Dazai to figure out why he wasn’t in good shape.
To put it plainly: his wings were a mess. It was hard to get a picture of how bad they were considering how tightly Dazai had them bandaged up, but from the way he was walking, it was easy to tell that it wasn’t good.
“You,” Chuuya hisses the minute they’re out of his office. “You stupid, idiotic, self centered piece of shit.”
“Always so kind with your words, arn’t you Chuuya?” Dazai says, batting his eyelashes at him. “Alas I must-”
“Shut up,” Chuuya interrupts and grabs his wrist (Carefully. Always careful in that area) to drag him off. “We’re taking care of this now.”
“Chuuyaaa-”
“I’m not getting in trouble with the Boss because my partners an idiot. We’re taking care of your wings today.”
“I can-”
“You’ll do a bad job if you try to do it yourself and god knows they’re already in bad enough shape.” He rounds a corner to get to his office.
“Rude.”
“Yeah, yeah. You can tell me all about how mean I am while I take care of that fucking mess you have back there.”
Dazai goes silent and Chuuya knows he struck a cord. He feels an odd urge to apologize and copes with that by shoving Dazai inside the office. He locks the door behind them, just in case. Not that it would really stop Dazai if it mattered but it’s the thought that counts.
“Sit.”
“Telling your master what to do? How rude Chuuya.”
“Sit or I make it hurt,” Chuuya threatens and he’s half tempted to tie him down with something when finally, Dazai plops onto the floor.
Chuuya takes a seat behind him, and slowly begins to unwind the bandages from around his wings.
Briefly, he wonders who helped Dazai out when his wings first started growing. Who was a part of his initial Flock. He’s reminded of the Sheep, his own Flock, and for a moment, his hands pause.
At least he has the Flags now.
“How long is this going to take?” Dazai asks and his tone is just a bit too practiced.
“Two hours?" He guesses. “Maybe three?”
It doesn't take nearly that long when Koyou or the Flags preen /his/ wings but he figures this is an…advanced case.
“Blegh. I don’t want to spend that much time with Chuuya.”
“Shut up,” Chuuya says and finally, he starts on the furthermost edge of his wings. With the way that Dazai’s curled himself in, it’s really the only place he can access freely.
He works slowly. Partially because with how bad it is, he has to and partially because Dazai’s so on edge he feels a bit like he’s handling a scared child. It’s easy enough to fall into a rhythm of it; lifting up each feather slowly to groom each one.
The tension in Dazai’s body slowly dissipates, wings unfurling fully to give him better access, until finally, a small chirp falls from his lips.
Chuuya pauses and then gives a low, responding one.
“Chuuya’s doing an awful job,” Dazai mutters but his tone hold no bite. It’s the first time Chuuya’s ever heard him this relaxed.
“Really?”
“Mhm,” Dazai says, nodding and stretching his wings out further. “I might have to come back to help him get a little better.”
Chuuya rolls his eyes and starts preening the next section. “Sure. But know that I’m putting you to work right back.”