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“…You got rejected?” Chuuya asks his son as calmly as he can, even though his insides are boiling with rage. “It’s okay, Shuuji, not everyone has good taste…”
Chuuya continues to murmur soothing words as he hugs his son, pats the other’s back in gentle caresses. While others might say that it’s just a simple date during a school festival, Chuuya is still very angry on behalf of Shuuji. But he reins it in, because he needs to be a pillar of support for his son, not a rampaging wreck. Shuuji clings back to him and Chuuya simply embraces him back, ignoring his husband’s whines in the background for the difference in treatment.
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The following day finds Chuuya casually strolling towards the Yokohama High School baseball club’s locker room after-school hours. He’s supposed to meet Shuuji after his Student Council meeting, but Chuuya’s early for an entirely different reason.
“Oi,” Chuuya says as he kicks the door open. Shuuji’s been telling him about his crush for the past week, a Shindou Watari-kun, ace pitcher of the baseball club who likes to stay back after-practice so he can leech off the school’s wifi, just before he meets up with his buddies for dinner and game arcade. “You’re Shindou Watari-kun?”
The guy first snarls in surprise, but it fades away quickly to a gulp of fear when he actually looks at Chuuya. Chuuya supposes that even though he hasn’t been working in the field for more than five years now, and even though the Port Mafia is a lot less into illegal activities now, he’s still able to exude a bloodthirsty aura. That’s good.
“No need to be so scared,” Chuuya says with a scary smirk. “I’m just here to chat with you.”
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“—you rejected him because he’s ‘too serious’ and ‘moody’?!” Chuuya resists the urge to punch the guy. He settles for hanging him upside down from the ceiling using his gravity. “Have you seen any other high-schooler with such an advanced outlook on life?! Shuuji is serious because he’s more adult-like, you know?!”
Chuuya continues to rant, not allowing the guy to get a word edgewise.
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Later that evening:
Dazai sighs as he plays with Chuuya’s hair, the two of them cuddled together as they wait for Shuuji to finish his bath so they can watch a movie together. “Chuuya, you know that Shuuji doesn’t really have a crush on that guy, right?”
Chuuya leans back against Dazai’s chest and arches a bit so that Dazai can continue kissing his neck.
“But that guy’s been giving Shuuji trouble, right?” Chuuya smirks when he feels Dazai stiffen in surprise. “Stupid Dazai, do you think I don’t keep track of our son?”
Dazai resumes kissing Chuuya’s neck, biting and sucking at the skin with more fervor. “So you do know that Shuuji just wanted to ask for your help to beat him up?”
“Of course I do, I’m not an idiot!”
“Hmm, is that so~~~?” Dazai sucks hard at the skin high up Chuuya’s neck, at a place that would be impossible to hide even with a turtleneck. “Chuuya’s spoiling our son a lot, isn’t he?”
“I know how terrible you both are at admitting that you need my help,” Chuuya murmurs with part-exasperation and part-fondness. “And of course I’ll spoil him. I love him, after all.”
“Aaaah, that’s so unfair, tell me you love me more than him!”
“No.”
“Chuuya!”
“Shut it, you octopus.” Chuuya wriggles as Dazai’s octopus-like clingy arms wraps around him and tickles his sides. “I know that you helped Shuuji plan that!”
“You have no proof~~~♪”
“I don’t need one,” Chuuya declares as he twists so he can kiss Dazai on the lips. “I know your shitty ass very well, after all.”
Dazai kisses back, licks at Chuuya’s tongue until they hear Shuuji coming out of the bathroom. Dazai pulls back, but only a little bit, keeping their foreheads pressed together.
“…I also know that you were watching me bully that guy.”
“Ahaha, busted.”
“Don’t you ‘ahaha’ me, you piece of shit!”
“Tell me you love me the most-est first!”
“You’re disgusting,” Chuuya says instead, but he grins when Dazai pouts at him. “I love you anyway, you disgusting Osamu.”
Shuuji comes back out to the living room, dressed in his pajamas and hair dripping slightly.
“Mama, what happened to Papa?”
“He’s gone and finally died,” Chuuya says with a laugh as he pats at the space beside him for Shuuji to sit on. “He still gets KO’d when I call him Osamu, after all.”
“He’s such a weakling,” Shuuji says as he pokes his father’s furiously blushing cheek.
“He really is,” Chuuya agrees as he puts an arm around his son.
“I love you both so much,” Dazai sighs like a lovestruck idiot and Chuuya sighs as well before allowing his husband to sneak in another kiss as they watch the movie’s opening credits.
All in all: a typical day.