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Chuuya doesn’t really know what to do about the flower petals that litter the ground or the heart-shaped balloons floating in the air. Nor does he know what to do about the huge Dazai loves Chuuya sign in the middle of the room. His anger at the other gang is shocked out of him, and he doesn’t even remember what he wanted to complain to Dazai about. He stares as Dazai walks over to him, a single stalk of rose in his hand, and a smirk on his handsome face.
“My darling, would you be so kind as to do me a favour?”
Chuuya continues staring, wondering if he had been transported to some strange universe. This isn’t out of character for Dazai per se, but it’s just so random.
“What?”
“Would you be so kind as to commit a double suicide with me?”
Chuuya rolls his eyes and shoves Dazai in the chest as he pushes past the taller man in annoyance.
“No, you fucking bandaged-wit.”
“Then would you marry me?”
“I said… no… wait, what?” Chuuya whirls around, his eyes wide as he takes in the sight of Dazai looking around nervously. “What did you just say?”
“Well, I just asked you if you would marry me,” Dazai repeats calmly. “If you don’t want to – ”
“Do it properly!” Chuuya howls at him before shaking his head. He gestures at all the decorations in the room. “What the hell is all this?”
“It’s Romantic,” Dazai says before he crosses his arms and pouts. “Do you know how many times I got pricked by the rose thorns when I was plucking the petals? And do you know how much that sign costs?”
“So don’t do them,” Chuuya deadpans before he glares at Dazai. “And what about that first question? A double suicide? Seriously?”
“Statistics show that you’re more likely to say yes to a request after hearing an absurd request!”
“So you know that your double suicide proposals are absurd?”
“Not the point, hat rack!”
“Whatever, mackerel.”
“So will you marry me or not!”
“I didn’t say no!”
“You didn’t say yes either!”
Chuuya rolls his eyes. It’s not as if Dazai doesn't assume the meaning behind every other thing he says anyway, so why is this any different?
“You’re an idiot,” Chuuya tells Dazai softly as he takes the detective’s hands into his and smiles at him. “Of course it’s a yes. Who else would I marry?”
Dazai smiles and pulls Chuuya into a hug. “Good.”
Chuuya’s smile turns wider as he wraps his arms around Dazai’s waist. He has just made a big life decision but, for some reason, it doesn't feel like anything has changed. He tells Dazai as much.
“That’s because it hasn’t,” Dazai replies with a shrug. “We always were a pair.”
“You’re awfully sappy today.”
Dazai sighs. “Romantic, Chuuya, romantic.”
Chuuya rolls his eyes.
“Well, what now?”
Dazai laughs as he pulls away. He smiles down at Chuuya.
“Now, we live our lives together.”