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Dazai gets home usually at seven/eight in the evening; it depends on how much office work he decided to skip and is being forced into doing. This time the amount of work waiting for him is two weeks’ worth of delayed papers. Not even appealing to Kunikida’s mercy can get him out of there, mainly because Kunikida is on his day off today.
And that’s why Dazai is coming back home this late (11PM isn’t that late but oh well, whatever). Trying to be optimistic (which is kind of rare on him), Odasaku would always wait for him to come back no matter the hour Dazai returned at. Oda liked to welcome him home and it was nice to have someone to say ‘I’m home’ to. Even if Dazai felt incredibly guilty each time for making Odasaku be awake for him (though Oda has repeatedly told him he didn’t mind, and it was his choice). When the key clicked in, Dazai opened the door to a dark, tiny apartment.
“I’m home? Odasaku?”
The lights had turned on thanks to Dazai’s wondering hand on the wall searching for the switch. At first glance, it seemed like their home was apparently empty which was odd but then Dazai spotted Oda’s working desk –the one in front of the huge window– covered in a mountain his height high of papers and he figured what had happen.
Dazai uncovered the sleepy writer under the mountain of unsatisfactory drafts. There were at least four cups of coffee around him like a fort. It wasn’t the first time for Dazai to see him like this and it wouldn’t be last either.
“Don’t drink this much coffee before going to bed.”
Oda groans.
“Also, your back will hurt if you sleep like this.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” Oda answers in a tone that affirms his statement.
When Oda finally opens his eyes, Dazai can confirm that yep, those are the eyes of a man who is not going to sleep at all during the night. It just happens once or twice a month, when Oda is deep into a new project, that all the things he wants to write and work on won’t let him sleep. It doesn’t help he becomes a caffeine addict.
Dazai grins. Then he crouches a little, meeting Oda’s lips with his own in a soft, firm kiss. Dazai can feel Oda smiling against his lips, a gesture that makes his heart flutter like the first time they kissed years ago.
When he separates, the look Oda gives him sends a shiver down his spine.
“Aren’t you tired? You worked till late today…” Oda says when Dazai is already accommodating himself on Oda’s lap, spreading his legs around his hips.
He just smirks while his arms pass over his shoulders, hugging Oda’s neck. Oda’s hands are on his hips already, soothing circles on his skin through his shirt. His eyes are so eager, Dazai feels so powerful like this.
“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I went to sleep while you and your two liters of coffee in vein couldn’t? Let me take care of you?”
Dazai presses his hips closer to Oda and hears him groan softly. And that’s all it takes for Odasaku to lift Dazai with him towards their bedroom, with Dazai’s chuckles following his steps, clinging into him