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Pleasant pink and yellow rays of light flooded the room through the calmly waving curtains, kissing the bedroom with early morning beauty. The sun grazed the wispy orange-tinted clouds swimming in the glowing sky. But most importantly, a certain brunette lazily lay on the right side of the bed, the sheets encasing most of his body with bunched ruffles of white.
“Happy birthday, my darling Doppo,” Dazai greeted with a smile far more dazzling than any sunrise, no matter how magnificent.
Kunikida brushed his half-long dirty blonde hair out of his eyes, returning the action. “Thanks.”
“Happy birthday, Dad!” shouted Atsushi from the other room.
“No yelling from the other room,” chastised Kunikida.
“Sorry!” Atsushi called back.
Oh, kids. No matter how many times you told them, they wouldn’t ever take complete heed of the advice you gave them. Well, the thought was still very nice. He always appreciated the kindness his son possessed, and on his birthday, no less.
His hands groped at the air, searching for his phone. Once he caught what he desired to find, he opened it up and checked the time.
“You should have woken me sooner,” he frowned at Dazai. “Now we’re seventeen minutes and forty-six seconds late for work.”
A cocky grin painted itself from ear to ear on Dazai’s lovely face. A weighty suspicious feeling whirled in Kunikida’s chest. He narrowed his eyes at his husband, of whom shrugged nonchalantly.
“I may or may not have convinced the president to give you a day off” he revealed slyly.
Kunikida sat up, tossing off the blankets. He reached for his comb and tore through his blonde waves, refusing to let himself stray a hair from his strictly planned day.
“Oh, come on,” Dazai rolled his eyes. “I was going to take you fishing and then to a nice dinner, for heck’s sake. But I guess if you go to work, I won’t have to endure that boring sport…”
Kunikida stopped changing his shirt and glanced back at him. “You mean to say you made a legitimate plan?”
Dazai nodded proudly. “I got it down to the second and everything, just for you, and let me tell you, it was the worst—“
“I’d rather you not complain about your own schedule,” Kunikida interrupted, knowing he’d go on and on about it, and he didn’t want to hear Dazai rant about something he disliked all morning very much.
Dazai sat up as well and scooted over a few times until he was inches away from the other man. “So, does that mean you’ll go along with it?” He leaned in even closer, batting his eyelashes.
“I still don’t think—“
“Please?” He made puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please? I’ll make sure the house stays clean for a whole week,” he bargained.
“But what about my status as the president’s stand-in?” Kunikida protested. Though those pleading eyes were getting harder to resist.
Dazai squinted. “They can survive one day without you. Besides, remember you’re allowed to take today off. It’s not like I lied just to get you all to myself.” He wrapped his arms around Kunikida’s neck. “Although that is a very tempting thing to do, and I probably would have if I knew it wouldn’t bother you, but I love you enough to know better.”
“I guess one day wouldn’t hurt,” Kunikida caved. This always happened, and it was unfair. He didn’t have any control of how hard he fell for that practically bewitching charm.
“Wonderful,” Dazai grinned, and kissed him as a thank you.
This. This was why he’d married him. He just knew how to woo him so flawlessly.
“In that case,” Dazai began, “we’ll be going to a special pond I found a while back. We have to get there in less than an hour though, otherwise we’ll miss the prime sun time and the most attractive view. It shouldn’t be too hard. The last time I went there, ” He took a white t-shirt and an emerald flannel from his clothing drawer. “After that, we’ll hike back and get coffee. We’ll be home enough just long enough to catch up on the last two episodes of Theatrical Homeless Mutts and then we’ll go to Yukihara, which I made sure to make a reservation for, and have dinner.” With his middle and index finger, he pushed imaginary glasses up the bridge of his nose. “What do you think of that? Did I make a schedule to your liking?”
“You did a good job, for an amateur,” Kunikida joked, slipping into a pale blue surf brand t-shirt.
Dazai really had tried very hard to make this day special. If he was willing to conform to rules he made for himself, then surely it should be fine for Kunikida to have a little spontaneity. It was his birthday, so he should do what he wanted, and nothing sounded better than spending time with the person he loved the most, as long as things were taken care of, which he supposed they were, after all that pleading.
“If that’s the case, you’d better get ready for all the fun in store!”
Kunikida’s smile refused to wipe itself away. “I’d better. I am with you, after all.”
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Dazai hadn’t lied about this being the most attractive time. However, the most attractive thing here was the person standing beside him.
He lay down on the patchy yellow and green grass, soaking in the late morning sun. He crossed his arms behind his head. “Lay with me,” he invited, though if he was rejected, he didn’t care.
“Alright,” Kunikida obliged, surprisingly.
Now beside him, Dazai rolled onto his side and placed a hand on Kunikida’s chest. The blonde turned his head with a gentle smile and shut his eyes with a relaxed sigh. He tangled his long fingers in the brunette’s dark hair.
“I could stay in this moment forever,” Dazai whispered into Kunikida’s shoulder.
He pulled him closer as Kunikida lovingly responded, “I think I could too, were my responsibilities nonexistent.”
“Well, that’s why I planned a day for that.”
“I suppose you did,” chuckled the taller man. “Perhaps we should postpone the coffee until tomorrow,” he thought aloud. “Then we get more time here, but we’ll still be able to get dinner.”
Dazai laughed. “Who are you, and what have you done with my darling Doppo?”
“If anything, it’s you that swapped him with this other person,” answered him humorously.
“Then tell the missing one that I love the new one just as much.”
“That’s nice,” Kunikida mumbled.
“Mmm hm,” Dazai agreed, and snuggled closer.
When they found themselves at a loss for words, they lay in silence, basking in the warm sun as they held each other close. A special energy between them always knew when a moment became perfect, and this no doubt counted. As to not ruin it, they quelled all movement, until soon enough, they rested gently with the other in a peaceful state of mind, with no negative or intrusive thoughts appearing. How could they, if fate only winked her eye at them favorably?