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Could I ask headcanons for Dazai, Chuuya, Mori and Fyodor with a s/o who suddenly have an asthma attack while they don't have one since childhood? It happened to me recently and I didn't miss it at all (╥﹏╥)

Dazai Osamu

In true Dazai fashion, your boyfriend freaks out a bit, but rolls with it, pretending he’s perfectly calm. He sweeps you up in his arms, immediately intending to rush you to the hospital before you get any worse. The only way you avoid a doctor’s visit is if you insist that there’s no way he’s stuffing you in a hospital bed over an asthma attack.

As soon as you’re breathing normally, Dazai launches into a long-winded speech, proclaiming how worried he was as he tugs you into his arms for a crushing hug. You’re only allowed to perish in a double suicide with him, Dazai reminds, planting a kiss on your nose before dropping you on the couch to rest.

While you’re resting at home after the attack, Dazai raises a huge fuss, mass texting all of his ADA coworkers and suggesting they come and visit the ‘withering patient’. He’s immediately a bit salty if someone shows up without flowers until Kunikida points out that the pollen might trigger another attack; then he pretends that was all a test to see if the visitors were being attentive enough.

If you refuse to see a doctor, Dazai bugs you constantly about talking to Yosano. Even though she might be terrifying sometimes, the woman certainly knows what she’s about, and consulting her is at least a bit more casual than a full-on scheduled appointment with a specialist. If you try to protest, Dazai simply decides to pester you about it until you change your mind. He brings it up at the breakfast table, while you’re snuggling on the couch, even while you’re rolling around in bed if it’s necessary. You will not pass by two hours without another, “Hey, have you called up Yosano yet?”.

Even if you only have one attack, Dazai often calls you his ‘precious invalid’. Expect to be pummeled with sick-jokes, because Dazai peppers them into conversation at every opportunity. Can’t lift something? Dazai’s sure it’s you’re deteriorating muscles. Have a headache? According to Dazai, that’s tied to your faulty lungs. Don’t worry, though; if Dazai grows too annoying, he’ll repent with a shower of kisses.

Nakahara Chuuya

The moment you manage to wheeze that you’re having an asthma attack, Chuuya’s instantly panicking. Unless you mentioned it before, he didn’t even know you had asthma, much less how he should treat an attack! He firmly crushes his dismay, though, channeling all of his energy into looking after you. As soon as he’s swept you up, gently carrying you some private place where you can sit peacefully without being bothered, Chuuya’s ransacking your pockets and bag, searching for an emergency inhaler.

Even if you insist that you’re fine, Chuuya’s immediately on the phone with a Port Mafia doctor, demanding that they see you now. If you don’t want to meet with a medic, Chuuya simply ignores you. This isn’t your decision. After he’s sure that moving you won’t somehow accidentally seal your doom, Chuuya picks you up, cradling you in his arms as he carries you to his car and practically speeds right through the doctor’s front office wall.

As soon as you’ve returned home, Chuuya coaxes you to slide into bed next to him so you can rest up with some snuggling. If you don’t want to sleep for the rest of the day, he’ll put on a movie you’ve both been wanting to see and tug you into his shoulder. If you’re not up for that much stimulation, Chuuya lets you use his chest as a pillow as he reads aloud from a poetry volume he’s been flipping through, his velvet voice soothing every frayed cord of your soul.

After he’s 100% sure that you’re better, Chuuya surprises you with an elaborate date to take your mind off the whole business. Count on plenty of fairy lights sprinkled around the patio of the waterside restaurant he’s rented out, tracks of your favorite violin music wafting over the speakers, and endless servings of your guilty-pleasure foods as Chuuya pampers you beyond belief. The night’s finished out with him swirling you around the patio in a romantic dance; it’s slow, of course. He doesn’t want you to risk straining yourself, of course.

Speaking of straining yourself, Chuuya absolutely loses his mind when you do so. Whenever you’re so much as out of breath, he grows a bit nervous, worrying that you’ll suddenly be overcome by an asthma attack. Chuuya won’t stop you from doing anything you want, naturally, but if something requires strenuous activity, his eyes are glued on you the entire time.

Mori Ougai

The moment your symptoms started flaring up, Mori grows suspicious. Even if you haven’t told him you’ve struggled with asthma in the past, he knows it’s a common enough condition that alarm bells are ringing in his mind. In case it’s really nothing, Mori doesn’t immediately whip out a stethoscope and medication, but he keeps close tabs on you..

As soon as you’re hit by an attack, Mori’s doctor side springs to life. Calmly and coolly, he talks you through what’s he’s up to as he searches through your pockets for an emergency inhaler. Whatever you need, he sets a subordinate on getting as he effortlessly picks you up, carrying you to somewhere private where he can easily treat you. Under Mori’s care, you’re soon breathing normally as he works to rid your body of your tight lungs and wheezing coughs.

If you’ve been wanting anything, now’s the time to beg, because Mori’s wrapped around your finger (not that he isn’t normally, mind you) for the rest of the day. He pampers you like it’s his job; whatever you want, whether it’s cotton candy and snuggles or a necklace completely stuffed with five carat blue diamonds, it’s yours. Mori dedicates the rest of the day to waiting on you hand and foot, filling your every demand as soon as the words fall from your lips.

Mori’s office, and anywhere else in Port Mafia HQ you’re often seen, becomes a no-smoking zone. As you might expect from a Mafia organization, there’s a lot of smoking going on, so this rule raises a lot of friction. Mori doesn’t particularly care, though. Anyone bold enough to question him about it is immediately shut down with a steely glare.

From now on, Mori ‘suggests’ that you keep an emergency inhaler on you at all times. He’ll bother you until this inhaler practically becomes your new best friend; no matter where you are, or what you’re doing, Mori’s not happy if your inhaler’s out of reach. If you do forget, though, it’s not a huge deal; he’s got another backup inhaler stuffed in his coat pocket, just in case.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

As soon as your first symptom hits, Fyodor’s concerned. Dealing with his own anemia has trained his eyes to spot the signs of oncoming attacks, and your body seems like it’s trying to tell you something. If you brush it off, Fyodor doesn’t push, but he keeps his eyes trained on you in case his suspicions are correct.

When your attack starts, Fyodor instantly shifts into problem-solving mode. If you’re still able to speak, he calmly asks you if you know what you’re suffering from, and if you’ve got any medications you need. As he searches through your things for an emergency inhaler, he’s working through no less than three different plans, mentally preparing for every possible situation.

Fyodor’s mind is racing as he considers which doctor he should bring you to, but if you stop him in his tracks, insisting you don’t want medical attention, he defers to your judgement. He’s suffered through enough freezing waiting rooms to know that when you’re in pain, under a stethoscope is the last place you want to be. Fyodor trusts that if you truly need a doctor, you’ll let him know in time for him to arrange a meeting.

Nobody knows the struggles of sickness like Fyodor, so there’s no one better equipped to comfort you. He rubs your back and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you ride out the attack, waiting for your inhaler to work. Fyodor’s always ghosting across your skin, just enough so that you know he’s there, but not so much that he’s overbearing or stressing your already struggling body.

For the rest of the day, Fyodor pays extra sweet attention to you. He rarely takes a day off, but this is one of the few occasions he’ll get away from his work to waste time with you. Naturally, he’s not about to let you do anything that requires effort, so he curls up with you on the couch, a gigantic volume of poetry folded through his hands. Fyodor’s not the best at reading it aloud; instead, he flips through the pages, finding his favorite verses and explaining what the words mean to him. If you snuggle up a bit, and he’s feeling extra sentimental, he’ll even describe how he sees images of you wound through the poems.

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