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Yokohama was never a peaceful place.
Unlike any other city in Japan, Yokohama was in constant danger, mostly because it was host to most ability users in the country. As a civilian you should be insane to pick a place such as Yokohama to call ‘home’.
But in this restless danger, some people found domesticity. Some people, which, if you want you can call mentally unstable found a home in Yokohama. A home to protect and love.
Atleast that’s what Chuuya thinks.
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Yokohama sucks.
Atleast that’s what Chuuya thought while searching for the key to his apartment. Sure, Yokohama is beautiful and he loves his city, but protecting it is exhausting.
Nothing in the world would make him more happy right now than a hot bath and clean clothes.
Finally, he manages to find his keys and insert them into the keylock.
He opened the door, took off his shoes and placed them next to the door, took off his coat and placed it on the hanger.
He sighed while walking towards his kitchen to drink some water. His day was, to put it in a short sentence, horrible. Paperwork, mission, paperwork, training, paperwork, paperwork and paperwork. For reference, he doesn’t like paperwork. He knew if he had a lower position he would’ve had way less stuff on his back but as an executive, a very known one may he add, since there wasen’t a single person in the Mafia who hasn’t heard of his name, he had to deal with a lot of stuff and lead a bunch of new meat. He was proud of his accomplishments in the Mafia but sometimes it made him rot to the bone.
He sat the glass in the sink, to lazy to wash it right now and then made his way to the bathroom.
He couldn’t wait to clean himself, he couldn’t stand the thought of dirtiness on-
“Oh, why hello Chuuya!” a voice said.
What.
Ah, right.
Osamu Dazai.
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The redhead turned to face Dazai.
“Dazai. What are you doing here?” Chuuya raised an eyebrow, his gaze somewhat furious but to tired to show it.
Dazai was wearing his usual work attire, a light beige trench coat over black vest and a white dress shirt and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his bolo tie and pair of dark trousers, his outfit always completing his somewhat disheveled yet sharp look. Even if Chuuya often called Dazai “ugly” he was quite the opposite even if Chuuya would never admit it out loud. Osamu was a handsome man. He is tall and slender with messy dark brown hair that falls to his neck and partially covers his brown eyes. His most distinctive feature are the bandages that cover most of his body.
Today it was no different.
“Chuuya that’s such a silly question! I live here.” the tall man responded.
“You said you’re staying over at the Agency dorms tonight though.”
“Yeah, well change of plans! I managed to get Kunikida to find someone else to go on the mission with him so I got home earlier and decided to come here.”
He paused for a bit.
“What’s up with you though? You look like you’ve been ran over a flock of oxen.” He giggled at his own ‘joke’.
“Ha-ha. Very funny Dazai. Well unlike you I actually went to work and did my paperwork and my business.” Chuuya said angrily, his temper slowly growing. “You just ditched your work again like the lazy fish you are, right?
“Chuuya! That’s no way of talking to your lover! I’m wounded.” the man whined dramatically.
“It is if my lover is a lazy piece of shit!” He sighed again. “I’m tried I’m going to go run a bath.” He turned and started walking to the bathroom.
“I already ran one for you.”
“As if.”
“I really did! Go look for yourself.”
Dazai followed the shorter one to the bathroom. Chuuya’s widened a bit when he saw the bath altmost full of water.
“You actually did it?” He questioned.
“Of course I did! I actually care for my partner.” The taller praised himself, looking somewhat proud of himself.
“Well thanks, I guess.”
“I also ordered you favorite food, it should be here in a few minutes.” Dazai got closer to Chuuya.
“That’s actually…awfully thoughtful of you. Wait! Is there something behind this? Did you break my wine bottles again?”
“Woah Chuuya you think so low of me.” Dazai said with a dramatic tone while placing one hand on his forehead.
“No shit I think low of you.” he rolled his eyes.
“Well no. I just want to take care of my boyfriend after a long day of work. Can’t I just do that?” He got closer to Chuuya, placing his hands on his chin and angling it so he can peck at his lips.
Chuuya remained froze in shock.
They have been dating for just a few months and never in this time has Dazai been so… affectionate and caring?
“Well! I’m going to go wait for the food, you take the bath and then change. I prepared some clothes for you, they’re on the clothes basket.” Dazai then kissed Chuuya’s forehead and turned on his tiptoes and left.
Chuuya remaind in place for a few more seconds processing what just happend then stripped and finally took the bath he kept wishing for.
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After changing in some grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt he started heading towards the kitchen where hot food and a Dazai waited for him.
After eating, Dazai suggested watching something and they opted for a movie. Dazai also suggested trying cuddling so they would be more warm so they ended up with Chuuya between Dazai legs, back to his chest and Dazai’s chin resting on Chuuya’s head.
Even though he tried focusing on the movie a thought kept entering his mind instead.
Why did Dazai do all this? It wasn’t like him at all.
“I can hear your thinking from here Chuuya. What’s up?”
“I just- I don’t get why you did all this? It’s just weird. It’s not like you at all.”
Dazai sighed.
“That’s the problem, Chuuya. It’s not like me at all. I never spoil you. I’m your boyfriend now for fuck’s sake I should I don’t know, treat you like my boyfriend, and you had a rough day I felt like it was the perfect opportunity.”
Oh.
Oh.
Chuuya laughed.
“You’re so dumb.”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t mind if you don’t spoil me you stupid mackerel, don’t get me wrong I like you caring about me but I also like you for who you are, you don’t have to change just because we’re dating. Plus we’re Double Black we’re supposed to do things differently. And trust me it’s better than those cringey couples on TV.” And Chuuya laughed again.
“Oh.” Dazai smiled
“Yeah oh.”
“I also like Chuuya for who he is.”
“And that’s the way it supposed to be. I thought your genius ass was supposed to know that.” Chuuya turned and flicked Dazai’s forehead.
“Ouch Chuuya! That’s domestic violence.”Dazai cried dramatically.
“Domestic violence my ass.”
Then Chuuya pressed his lips against Dazai’s and kissed him and Dazai kissed him back and they shared some more and then fell asleep while cuddling.
Maybe Yokohama was beautiful and maybe it was hard protecting it, and maybe it was dangerous but domesticity wasn’t absent, the only thing needed was the right person.
And maybe something’s were left unsaid between Chuuya and Dazai but the right time comes for everything.
Okay, except the fact that Dazai actually broke one of Chuuya’s wine bottle. Hopefully the right time for that won’t come.