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“Son of a bitch,” Chuuya muttered under his breath. He gloomily eyed his tattered gloves spotted with holes.
“Burns got through my skin,” he added. He finished off an ability user who manipulated fire. It wasn’t anything challenging for him, just tedious.
“ Oi, Chuuya,” a high-pitched voice greeted from behind him in a childish tone. The redhead rolled his eyes. He didn’t want Dazai to see his damaged gloves. It would give him something more to make fun of.
“I saw that your clothes took some ass kicking as well.” Dazai was right next to him now, looming over with his humongous height — at least for Chuuya.
“Wipe that smirk off your face. I killed him in the end. I suppose that counts as another victory,” Chuuya grumbled under his breath. He brought up his hands to his chest, turning them every now and then to examine the pink, tender skin.
What was that doctor’s name again? Yukihiko? Yaurie? Yosano?
“Tch,” he said out loud. Tempting, but the Detective Agency was his enemy. His hands can wait for a few weeks.
Dazai appeared in front of him, bodies close enough to feel each other’s warmth. Chuuya immediately became aware of the situation and flushed. He hoped the darkness concealed his face.
“You’re too close...” he trailed off. In a trance, Chuuya watched as Dazai ever-so-gently put his hands under Chuuya’s, securing them like a rare gem. Dazai’s golden hazel eyes shifted to look into Chuuya’s eyes. The gaze almost split the redhead’s brain in half.
Then, Dazai gently puckered out his lips. Closing his eyes, he tenderly kissed Chuuya’s burned hands. Every single burn.
Chuuya gulped, the feeling making him going crazy. He had to keep his composure, but the warm feeling in his cheeks told him that he had failed.
Dazai opened his eyes, looking into his partner’s eyes once more.
“Does it still hurt?”
Chuuya let out a minute smile, pressing his forehead against Dazai’s chest.
“No,” he replied in a muffled voice.