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Today had especially taken a lot out of Osamu Dazai. Kunikida had given him an easy, but a very long and tiring case. It was yet again a murder case. A young woman–about the age of nineteen–was drowned in the Ōoka river at 12:37am. With the help of Ranpo-san's ‘special ability’, they were able to find out who the murderer was and track them down.
They got her locked up not too soon after, easy work for the Agencies sharpest detectives. With a tired sigh, Dazai made quick work of all the paperwork and files and then walked his way back into the apartment that he lived in with his partner, Chuuya Nakahara. Chuuya was a short man with a seemingly angry demeanor. However, once you get to know him, you find out his personality is a lot deeper and more complex than it seems. That's what Dazai loved about him.
There was his occasional outbursts of anger when Dazai tried–and failed–to commit suicide. But thankfully, ever since their marriage Dazai had mostly stopped trying to commit suicide so often.
“Seriously, if you commit suicide and die, who’s going to be my husband?” Chuuya had said multiple times before their wedding. To honor his wishes, Dazai had stopped. How joyous Chuuya got when he was drunk, or when something genuinely went his way. (Mind you Chuuya had only gotten drunk twice in his life)
Before he entered the gate to his house he was stopped by a woman. “Can I help you?” he asked. “Oh uh I just wanted to thank you for investigating my sister's case, she was the person who drowned” the lady said. She had a soft but beautiful face with a uniform attire on and light brown hair. The lady was curling her hair around a finger.
“Oh I see. Not a problem, miss, it’s my job” Dazai reassured the lady. She bowed down in thanks before giving him a respectful kiss on the cheek and walking away, slightly embarrassed and flustered. What just happened?
Dazai just shrugged and opened the gate, and closed it behind him as the house was revealed in all its glory. Behind the fence. As he opened the door he felt something collide into his chest and knock the wind out of him. Dazai staggered onto his feet without opening his eyes. “Is this another one of your pranks Chibi?” Dazai gasped out for air before opening his eyes.
There stood a Chuuya, trying to pin him down. With an adorable angry pout on his face. “What’s wrong Chibi? Also you do realise that you trying to pin me down won’t work because of how short you are” Dazai pointed out a few seconds after the first question.
“Who was that lady? Also I'm not short! I’m still growing” the ginger demanded, still making an angry face.
Dazai proceeded to cackle like a mad man. “You’re twenty eight and saying you’re still growing. Ha! Who are you kidding? That’s what you said when you were fifteen!”.
The brunette let out a pained grunt as Chuuya knee-ed his crotch, really hard. How hard you may ask? Yeah, no you don’t wanna know considering the fact that tiny tears welled up on the side of his eyes.
The taller man fell to the ground and whimpered on the floor.
“Fat ass baby. Now who was that lady?” Chuuya demanded
“What lady-? Oh , the lady outside? She's the lady I'm going to commit double suicide with" Dazai smirked before Chuuya drove another knee into Dazai's crotch earning him a scream of pain.
"W-Why? You jealous?” he asked after a good ten minutes of trying to contain his composure.
Chuuya pouted even more. His brow furrowing as his eyes burned with a cute ferocity. Dazai grinned and closed his eyes at the sight of his adorable, angry, and short husband. He heard Chuuya growl like a puppy before he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck.
Dazai let out a squeak as he opened his eyes. Low and behold, there was his angry husband. Biting into his neck like a vampire. It reminded him of that time where Chuuya pretended to be one.
He snapped out of his trance when Chuuya bit down harder, drawing a bit of blood. Finally after a few more moments, Chuuya let go.
“What was that for? That’s going to leave a mark for a while” Dazai scowled as Chuuya grinned, happy with his work. Aka a large bite mark on Dazai’s neck.
“To remind you that you’re mine and mine only. That’ll teach you to kiss random girls”.
“I-. What. How. Why? Yes I know, I’m yours and no one will take me away from you. That girl was just a client who was thanking me for solving a case back at the agency, also she was the one who kissed me, not the other way around” Dazai shrugged.
“Hmm. You better not be cheating. Am I not enough?” Chuuya switched from scolding to putting on a sad face.
Dazai moved before he thought, and felt the warm tingling feelings in his lips as they made contact with Chuuya’s. Thankfully, Chuuya didn’t feel like being a pain in the ass and embraced it.
Quicker than Chuuya would’ve liked, Dazai pulled back and bit into Chuuya’s neck. Not as hard as the ginger had bitten him originally though.
“I would never cheat on you. I love you. With all my heart. If you want it, then just ask for more hugs or kisses. I will always love you, nothing will keep us apart” Dazai whispered into Chuuya’s ear.
His voice was so unusually tender and raw. Like he really meant it. Then he ruined the moment.
“I just bit you as revenge” Dazai grinned like a four year old high on sugar. Chuuya pouted again. “Cutie” Dazai half yelled half whispered teasingly into his ear.
Chuuya pouted again but sighed after a moment, and brushed some hair off Dazai’s eye. Dazai - glad that that was over - kissed Chuuya again. But was interrupted when the ginger grabbed Dazai’s arm - the same ones with the burn marks and ugly scats that was the results of too many failed suicide attempts - and dragged him to their small kitchen.
“I’m hungry, and today’s your turn to cook dinner” Chuuya pushed his husband into the kitchen and stepped back onto the couch. Nearly missing and falling ass first on the floor.
“What do you want to eat?” Dazai called from across the apartment.
“Takoyaki” Chuuya replied almost instantly.
“Again? That’s like the one billionth time this month” Dazai sighed and reluctantly started grabbing the stuff from the cabinets.
“Well of course, it’s fucking delicious” Chuuya said in a matter-of-factly tone.
“Yes yes, I know. You say that every single time” Dazai said in a fake agonised pain, while barely stifling a cackle.
“Well yeah because it is fucking delicious” Chuuya repeated, waving his finger in the air as if he was leading an orchestra.
Dazai just nodded. “Heh, mhm, yep, yeah sure, definitely agree with you” he said sarcastically. “But seriously, don’t you get tired of eating the same thing over and over again?” he asked.
“Nope, otherwise it wouldn't be a favourite food now would it? Also have I said it's fucking delicious? But of course your thick skull wouldn’t process that” Chuuya sneered.
Letting out another sigh and a playful roll of his eyes, Dazai continued taking out the ingredients. He had made this so many times he had memorised the recipe. Whipping the batter so quickly that he could barely see his hands, and then he quickly buttered the pan.
“You’re lucky we bought extra octopus from that market last week” Dazai called out and just got an “I told you so” answer.
They had bought the takoyaki pan earlier that year, from a traveling merchant, for a rather let’s just say cheap price. Either way, it was still of good value. It was quite a weighted pan, it had a dip in the bottom, and it heated up faster than others, so it was amazing for cooking spherical takoyaki.
He poured the batter into the pan, and shaped them into balls, because in the wise words of Chuuya: “It tastes better when it’s in the shape of a ball”. Before they had bought the pan Dazai would just cook it on a flat pan, just like a pancake or an omelet.
But this was the kind of labour he’d only go through for Chuuya. The one thing in his life that made him feel full. Dazai was thankful that this dish was simple, or at least that’s what he thought. He quickly flipped it over with his chopsticks and started preparing the sauces.
“Smells good in here,” Chuuya said as he entered the kitchen.
“Yeah yeah” Dazai groaned as he took out the small balls out of the pan. Piling them up so neatly he was sure he’d be a Michelin star chef if he’d taken culinary instead of, well whatever he was doing now. He had made three portions because more than half of the time, Chuuya wanted thirds.
“Are you sure this will fill you up? Wait, scratch that. It will fill you up, only because you’re so small, and small people have small stomachs” he stated with a sly smile.
“ Stop insulting me~ . But I guess you do make pretty big portions, even when we both eat it,” Chuuya smiled.
“I’m aware, alright, you eat up, I’ll wash the dishes and go to bed” Dazai said as he plated the food in a fancy manner.
“Won’t you eat?” Chuuya asked, confused.
“No thanks, I’m too tired, I’d rather pass out in bed” Dazai handed the plate full of takoyaki to his husband.
“Okay fine you bastard” Chuuya rolled his eyes.
Dazai smirked before and grabbing Chuuya’s choker, pulling it toward him as he kissed Chuuya on the forehead. Then he peppered Chuuya's face with more kisses. One each for both eyelids, three for his small nose, and thirteen for his forehead and cheeks. Then he sealed it off with one last warm kiss on the mouth.
For a moment Dazai just wanted to sit down with his husband and be with him forever. Here, in this moment, everything felt perfect.
"Okay that's enough" Chuuya pushed Dazai off. Dazai stood there with his mouth opened in mock offense. Chuuya took his chance and stuffed a three balls of takoyaki in Dazai’s mouth.
“Hmm?” Dazai exclaimed with a mouthful of takoyaki.
“Just in case,” Chuuya said as he walked to a table.
Dazai hunched over as he walked and started scrubbing the sink.
“You know? I would’ve assumed you were an old man if I didn’t know you” Chuuya stated.
“Sure, goodnight” Dazai turned around.
"Hey Osamu?" Chuuya's voice sounded uncharacteristically shy. Dazai let out a 'hmm' of acknowledgement before turning his head so half of it was visible.
"You know I love you, right? Even though I don't show it as much as you do?" Chuuya looked at him, uncertainty clouding his gaze. Dazai turned around to completely face Chuuya, walking up to him and taking hold of his chin.
"More than you know" Dazai smiled.
"Goodnight" Chuuya slightly smiled. Reaching up on his tippy-toes he kissed Dazai on the cheek. "I'll clean up the table and stuff" Chuuya turned around and started.
Dazai walked into their bedroom. He flung off his work clothes and switched into his pajamas. Dazai just jumped onto the left side of their queen sized bed.
They didn’t need a king size when his husband could barely fill his half of the bed. Because well, he’s short. Duh. The pillows were soft and fluffy with light red pillow cases. The duvet was light, yet warm and perfect for spring. The mattress was firm, and had indents of where he and Chuuya laid. As he changed into his pajamas he removed his bandages. Chuuya had requested that he removed them when they slept.
~Three years ago~
"Why? They're ugly anyways, you won't like them" Dazai argued.
"Please? They're only ugly when you think of them that way. Underneath them there lies the stories, unspoken feelings. Things that never should have happened to you" Chuuya said, voice dropping to a whisper.
"Well I'm still alive even if I don't want to be" Dazai grumbled.
"I know you've struggled, I have too. But that doesn't mean you need to change yourself for others, you don't need to hide yourself" Chuuya pulled Dazai down by cupping his face with his hand, causing Dazai to bend.
"You're just saying that to make yourself feel better" the brunette rolled his eyes. Chuuya freed his head before grabbing his wrist and removing the bandages. Chuuya stared at the burns and scars.
"I told you that you wouldn't like them" Dazai self-consciously rubbed his bare arm. What he didn't expect though, was for Chuuya to start giving one kiss for every mark.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically shaky.
"Showing you that everything about you is perfect" Chuuya didn't stop kissing,
"But they're ugly" Dazai complained.
"Scabs are ugly, scars just mean you gave yourself the chance to heal" Chuuya smiled. Dazai had never viewed it from that perspective before.
"No more hiding yourself from me okay? I want to see every side of you" Chuuya said.
"Even the ugly side?" Dazai asked.
"Even the ugly side" Chuuya nodded.
~Present~
He laid there on the bed, staring at the roof and thought about his life decisions. Whenever he thought about it, Dazai just knew that marrying Chuuya was the best decision he had ever made.
Deja vu entered his brain as he reminisced about their wedding. It was perfect as he stood there at the altar, watching as Chuuya walked toward him with Kōyō by his side. Kunikida-kun read all the vows out loud as Dazai and Chuuya stared lovingly into each other's eyes.
"I, Osamu Dazai, take you, Chuuya Nakahara, for my lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will love and honor you all the days of my life." Dazai vowed lovingly as Chuuya gave him a death stare.
Dazai watched as Chuuya mouthed “fuck you”. Dazai stifled a chuckle as Chuuya recited his vows.
“You may now kiss the bride? Groom? I don’t care anymore…” Kunikida rolled his eyes. The crowd all chuckled a little bit. Dazai pulled Chuuya closer and kissed him. These memories slowly lulled him to sleep. He awoke in a grove of maple trees.
The slightly yellow grass was speckled with daisies and dandelions. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful, maybe it was just Dazai being paranoid, due to his job being so dangerous. Grass rustled behind him as he heard a voice
“Hello! Are you with the Detective Agency by chance?” the strange man asked. He had messy, black hair. His clothes were slightly dirty, but looked expensive. A black leather, short sleeved tunic with a white undershirt and dark brown pants.
“Yes, I am. Who's asking?” Dazai asked, skeptically. This man looked suspicious. How did he know that Dazai was in the ADA?
“I am Dorei Reifen, and I have a request, Ex-Mafia Executive Osamu Dazai. Spar with me.” The strange man–now known as Dorei–requested.
Dazai stepped back, a little surprised that this was coming out of nowhere, especially from someone he didn’t even know. He regained his cool demeanor and replied coolly.
“You know what? I haven’t done anything this exciting in a while, so why not?” Dazai smirked, this will be fun, hopefully something not too hard nor too easy he thought.
“Excellent. Here, have a sword.” a Nihoto sword flew his way, grazing his ear and stabbing into a tree. A small trickle of warm blood ran down the left side of his face. A small chuckle left his lips
“Very good…” he whispered, pulling the sword out of the tree.
A few minutes later, all Dazai and Dorei could hear was the clashing and grinding of their swords hitting against each other.
“This is getting interesting! You’re good, better than I expected!” Dorei licked his lips “I’ll have to do something different. This is the first time i've used this move in a while!” with a smooth rotation of his sword, he impaled Dazai. Right in the chest. He slowly looked from the fatal wound to the man who had stabbed him.
Blood spewed from Dazais mouth as he stumbled back and coughed violently, the sword ripping clean out of his body. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach over and over.
“This is for my family, whom you killed .” He hissed “you deserve all of this pain. May you be in the most agony and pain that you’ve ever been in your life. Also don’t worry, your real death will be much much more painful ” Dorei walked off with a sadistic smile on his face.
With his last, dying breath, he gasped out. Don’t get him wrong, Dazai didn’t really want to live, but… Chuuya. Who would be with Chuuya? He couldn’t just abandon the one who he had sworn to cherish his life with. Could he? In one second he had. He thought about how Chuuya would feel, what he’d go through, the grief and pain. Dazai had also never believed the concept of life flashing before your eyes, but now with this seemingly almost real experience he understood.
He only hoped that Chuuya wouldn’t think that he committed suicide, because well, that’d be wrong wouldn’t it. His last wish would only be one thing. To hope that Chuuya wouldn’t grieve too much, that he’d live his life, potentially find a new lover, and do everything they should’ve done together. Maybe even have a kid, or adopt one.
“Chuuya… I’m sorry..” he said, barely a whisper as he fell to his knees, and saw everything fade in and out of darkness. The black ghost of death, was it finally coming for him?
Dazai shot up with cold sweat trickling down his back. He looked around, confused by the setting. Realising he was in their bedroom. To his right, Chuuya sat there looking at Dazai with round, concerned eyes.
“Osamu are you okay?” Chuuya asked. Dazai sat there, traumatized by that dream. “Oh yeah, yeah, just a bad dream, that’s all” he said after greedily taking in a few gulps of air and rubbing his face with his hands.
“Maybe the hunger got to you, I’ll go make you a snack, you stay here and rest a bit okay?” Chuuya said, not even waiting for a response. He just nodded and walked out the door, his usually neat and pretty ginger hair ruffled and messy.
The brunette sat on their bed and stared at the roof. Why had that dream felt so. Real? Almost like he had really been stabbed. He quickly put his hand on his chest half expecting there to be a hole where he had been stabbed.
Thankfully, there wasn’t. Maybe he had zoned out a bit too much because when Chuuya sat down beside him he flinched and let out a small squeal like a little girl. Giving the most amused look, Chuuya cackled and spoke through gasps of air.
“What are you? Five?”. Dazai scowled and let out a small chuckle, soon replying.
“Who knows? Don't you know that I'm secretly a 3 month old baby?” Dazai asked.
“Well I mean, if you’re a baby, then you must be my baby” Chuuya sneered. Dazai punched him playfully on the shoulder.
“Anyways, here is your great sandwich for my little prince Osamu”
Dazai scoffed as he spoke. “You’re calling me the little prince? Have you seen yourself? You’re a tiny short chibi man who shouldn't even qualify to be a fully grown adult, it's almost as if you’ve never seen a carton of milk in your life”. Ignoring how Dazai had just insulted Chuuya in every single way possible, he continued. For the hundredth time today.
“ It is made with the finest cheese that was in the fridge, and the freshest ham we have. I hope it is to your preferences, my liege'” Chuuya stood up and quickly bowed down dramatically while handing the sandwich as if he was Dazai's personal butler.
Dazai laughed as he bit smack dab into the middle of the sandwich, making a hole. “What the fuck. Oh yes, I forgot how weird you were when it came to you eating sandwiches,” Chuuya rolled his eyes. Dazai just side eyed the ginger and chuckled
“It is the true way to enjoy sandwiches, and you know that,” Dazai stated in a matter-of-factly tone.
“Sure, anyways tell me when you’re done eating so we can cuddle,” Chuuya said, turning on his phone. Not even half a minute later Dazai sat up and smiled.
“Done,” he said.
“Seriously, not going to let me have fun on my phone will you?” Chuuya shook his head, turning his phone off again. The two laid down together and Dazai looked at the roof again, but this time with Chuuya holding his neck as he stared. Thinking about how happy he was, he fell asleep, completely forgetting about the nightmare he had just had.
“Remember how we didn’t date and you just sprung a ring on me?” Chuuya whispered. “Hmm?” Dazai mumbled. “When we were walking and you just threw a ring on me?” Chuuya whispered, reminiscing. “Well we knew each other for more than a decade. There was no rule that said we had to date. Besides, we dated for a bit in my port mafia days” Dazai said. “Yes I know but it would’ve been fun to date again” Chuuya play-pouted again. “There’s no need. Am I not romantic enough for you?” Dazai sat up again, raising his eyebrows and then lowering them a few times when he said ‘romantic’.
Chuuya rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe I agreed to marry you” he mumbled. “I don’t blame you, no one can handle my charm” Dazai smirked. The ginger playfully punched Dazai’s arm. “I can,” he muttered. “Oh? Then why’d you marry me?” Dazai asked again. “Because I love you, you idiot” Chuuyacrossed his arms. “Because of my charm”he said after they pulled away. The brunette grinned as -you guessed it - Chuuya pouted again.
“You’ve ruined my mood, I’m going to sleep” Chuuya covered himself with the blanket and turned away from Dazai.
“I’m sowwy , please face me again. I want your cuddles” Dazai said in a childishly cute voice.
Chuuya sat still for a few moments before rotating to face him.
“You mean it?”.
“Yes”
“Fine”
Dazai cuddled Chuuya as the two fell asleep together. The taller man was content with his life. He was blessed with a handsome and adorable husband. Life couldn’t get better than this.
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That morning Chuuya stretched as he jumped out of bed, just to see Dazai snoring away in their bed. With his flat ass in the air. Debating whether he should wake Dazai up or not, he decided against it. Although that ass did look very smack-able.
Then he decided to wake him up anyway, as payback for the insults of course. Chuuya jumped back on their bed and started poking and smacking him which failed.
What? Smacking his ass usually works
Out of desperation, Chuuya bit hard into his scarred arm.
“Get off” Dazai groaned as he accidentally smacked Chuuya in the face while trying to push him off.
“Ow you bastard, get up, no one is going to work for you, Atsushi-kun and Kunikida-san definitely aren’t” Chuuya crossed his arms. “So why don’t you go in my place?” Dazai asked, finally sitting up.
“Because I’m no detective. Plus, I have my own job, you know” Chuuya rolled his eyes.
“Awww, you’re so mean Chuuya-Chan,” Dazai complained, pretending to cry. This lovable idiot… Chuuya grumbled in his head.
“What the actual fuck Osamu, never ever call me that again” the ginger poked Dazai’s cheek.
“Why not Chuuya-Chan? Only if you do my job for me~” Dazai waved him finger around,
“No, it’s your job, and your responsibilities. Do it yourself, dumbass and seriously, don’t call me that.” Chuuya said firmly, crossing his arms and turning his head away from the persistent man.
“You know you’re so cute when you’re angry, like a puppy” Dazai flirted.
“Listen, for the last fucking time i’m not a dog, and no amount of flirting will get you out of doing work, you mackerel,” Chuuya grumbled, rolling his eyes.
“Eh, worth a shot.” Dazai shrugged it off and stood up as if nothing had happened.
He started stretching, with each stretch, one bone cracked, then another. Chuuya walked over to the closet and grabbed out his regular attire, soon leaving to get changed in the bathroom. The tiled floor was cold against his bare feet, a strong contrast against the warm carpet right outside the door.
Chuuya got changed and started doing his hair for the day. Damn that Dazai, getting my hair all knotty he grumbled while dragging his worn down brush through his hair. He grabbed his trusty hair gel and started styling. After a few minutes, his hair was done. He grabbed his cologne and gave himself a few spritzes. Chuuya strolled out to the living room and found Dazai with two bowls of cereal.
“Here, have some breakfast before we leave.” Dazai handed Chuuya the bowl of Frugra. The cereal had been sitting in milk for a while, so it had gotten soggy.
“Thanks.” Chuuya said appreciatively.
In response Dazai nodded while smiling. They sat in silence while eating. The Frugra tasted nice. Despite being soggy the fruit still had its burst of freshness, and the chocolate was still well, chocolaty. Before Chuuya had even finished half of his bowl, Dazai put his empty bowl down and wiped his face.
“Alright I have to go now, clean up for me, will you?” Dazai spoke, kissing Chuuya on the forehead before grabbing his briefcase and walking out. Seriously, what was the point of asking if you were going to make me tidy up anyways?
After finishing, Chuuya stood up, took Dazai's finished bowl and walked over to the dishwasher. He tipped the remainder of the milk down the drain and placed the bowls gently into the dishwasher.
Making sure the house was clean, Chuuya walked outside with his stuff and made his way to the port mafia base.
“Good morning Chuuya-san,” Higuchi greeted.
“Good morning” Chuuya continued walking.
“Ah there you are Chuuya-kun” Mori said,
“I have a mission for you. Come to my office for a debriefing.”
Chuuya, now curious, nodded and followed Mori to his office. “Alright,” Mori said as he sat down in his office.
“Basically, last week a group of people stole some of our ammunition and guns. We tracked them down and found out that they were staying in northern Tokyo so you will have to travel out of Yokohama” Mori said, throwing a scalpel into the air and catching it. “Alright then I’ll do it,” Chuuya agreed. “Send me their rough location, and I’ll head over tomorrow morning” he nodded.
Once he had finished his work he headed home, where Dazai was waiting for him. “About time you came back” the brunette said, leaning back on the wall with his arms crossed. “What do you mean? It’s only six pm and you’re usually home by seven” Chuuya asked, putting down his briefcase. “Hmm. Alright then, how was work today?” Dazai asked. “Good, why? You usually don’t ask me this kind of stuff” Chuuya asked suspiciously, “Nothing, just checking. That dream last night kinda scared me a little” Dazai chuckled.
“Scared? You ? The great fearless and almighty Osamu?” Chuuya sneered again.
“Alright alright, don’t be an ass, let's drop that now. Anyway I’m hungry and I cooked yesterday, so you’re cooking dinner tonight” Dazai said, grabbing Chuuya’s briefcase.
“Fine, I’m just going to cook some simple fried rice, I need to start packing soon,” Chuuya said casually.
“Packing? For what?” Dazai asked. Realisation hit him as he noticed he forgot to tell Dazai. “You aren’t divorcing me or anything. Right?” his voice was barely a whisper. Merely a tendril of air that somehow reached Chuuya’s ears.
“I'd never. Oh right, I forgot to tell you. Also, I’d never leave you, marrying you was one of the best decisions of my life. Alright, remember how last week we had a break in?” the ginger asked as Dazai nodded.
“Well they tracked the culprits down and want me to go catch them in northern Tokyo” he explained. “Oh I see, alright then I’ll help you pack. How long will you be gone?” Dazai said.
“I think about one or two weeks. The normal”
“Okay then you start cooking and I’ll start packing for you” Dazai dipped his head and walked into their bedroom.
Chuuya walked into the kitchen and whipped everything out. In less than an hour dinner was ready and served.
“Mackerel, Dinner’s ready!” Chuuya yelled out. He heard a faint “Coming” from inside their bedroom.
Dazai quickly appeared, sitting down at their dining table as Chuuya had a moment of Deja vu. This reminded him of their first date when he had invited Dazai over to his then apartment. He had made this same fried rice. Sure they’d had a few dates, but had never actually dated.
“Thanks chibi~” Dazai smiled and dug in.
“Why are you so hungry today?” Chuuya asked as he sat beside his husband.
“I had to skip lunch today, today's case was a little confusing” Dazai mentioned between bites of his food.
“I see,” Chuuya nodded.
The two continued their conversation about their day, until they had finished eating. You know, normal couple stuff.
“I’ll wash up today, you go finish packing” Dazai smiled, taking Chuuya’s empty plate.
The ginger blinked his blue eyes with appreciation before dashing off to start packing. He ran off to put more essentials in. So far, Dazai had packed pajamas and a few suits to work with. Once Chuuya had finished packing he checked the time.
7:52pm . It had taken him nearly two hours to pack his stuff. Not a record this time .
“Okay I’ve finished cleaning up the kitchen and stuff, it’s not too late right now, would you like to watch a movie?” Dazai offered.
“Why not? Might as well watch a movie before I go tomorrow” Chuuya agreed.
The two changed into their pj’s and waddled into the living room like a pair of penguins. That night the two watched Harakiri and then went to their beds to sleep once the movie had finished at around ten pm.