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7:04 am
The first thing that greets Osamu good morning isn’t the person who is still in the deep depths of sleep, under the warmth of their quilted comforter they had won from a company lottery, but their coffee machine that whirrs almost sullenly as if it’s also hesitant to be awake at such an early hour. He hopes that it’s just pathetically buzzing due to its old age, and not because it’s about to break.
For the meantime, he takes out a couple of eggs and a pack of hotdogs, setting the frozen bag on the sink to let it defrost for a bit. He lists out the things they’ll be doing today, and Osamu sighs as he breaks the eggs to a bowl to whisk into an omelette.
They need to go the grocery today since half of their cupboards are almost out of stock, and the fridge barely has anything besides the vegetables they keep telling themselves they’ll eat one day.
Then after that… Osamu’s left brow curls up as he wonders if he should try convincing the other to buy that barbecue grill he really wanted—for absolutely no reason besides having a barbecue party with his boyfriend in their yard at one in the morning.
Their coffee machine beeps quietly, still just as sleepy as the person in front of it, and Osamu pulls away from whisking the eggs to pour his coffee into a cup.
He went for caramel coffee today, smelling the sugary taste that his boyfriend loves and he almost took a sip if it weren’t for the sudden pair of arms slipping in front of him, watching the hands run across his chest while his ears were blessed by a drowsy voice.
“Gimme sum’,” he hears the person behind him groggily say, sleepiness completely evident as he came to rest his head on his shoulder. He feels him rub his knee behind the back of his legs, barely tickling Osamu into giving him the mug.
“It’s still hot, though,” Osamu wants to break away and turn around, but he can’t completely deny the fact that this is a very good position to be into right now.
“I don’t care,” the person around him makes grabby hands at the mug of coffee, before wincing at the heat of the porcelain mug.
“What did I say…“ Sighing, Osamu shakes his head and lays the mug down, turning around to face his boyfriend. His eyes get slightly distracted by the sight of the other’s exposed collarbone decorated by a pink bitemark, but he looks up soon enough and loses every sense of friskiness he might’ve almost had.
“Are you okay, Chuuya?” He asks almost mockingly, watching Chuuya’s eyes flutter open for a second, and then closing shut again. His cheeks are rosy, and Osamu can see drool stains at the corners of his mouth.
“No,” Chuuya mumbles promptly, and comes up to him, making Osamu think he's going for another hug but it turns out he's reaching for the coffee he placed down the counter. "I'm too sleepy for this fuckin' morning."
Osamu snickers at his comment, raising a hand towards his boyfriend’s cheek. It feels warm under his touch, especially so after the coffee.
“What are you doing?” Chuuya eyes him over the lid of the mug, brows furrowed as he takes another sip. His eyes trail at Osamu’s palm cupping his face, coffee mug slowly lowering from his face.
“Nothing much,” the younger says non-committedly, stepping forward towards him, “just admiring your pretty face in the morning.”
“Go die.”
Chuuya didn’t bother entertaining his flirtatious comment, drinking the hot coffee almost forcibly until it burns his tongue.
“Why are you so flustered?” Osamu remarks as he finally brings his face closer, “it’s not like I’m telling you something you didn’t know, pretty boy.”
“Are you trying to get something from me so early?” Chuuya rolls his eyes, setting the mug on the counter before stepping up on his toes to wrap his arms around Osamu’s neck. He feels his boyfriend’s arms encircle his waist too, and it’s an invitation more than enough to kiss him.
“You taste like old eggs with caramel or something,” the older complains as he pulls away, mouth twisted as he does so.
“Don’t tell me that when you taste like spoiled milk yourself,” Osamu tries to quip back, but Chuuya kisses him again, and gives up on fighting.
Nothing starts a morning better than a kiss tasting like rotten breakfast, anyway.
It takes them a lot longer to start their day, because Osamu wouldn’t let go after three kisses and Chuuya has to knee him in the shin just to break away. It turns out that the younger hasn’t even finished preparing their breakfast, the eggs and hotdog left forgotten on their kitchen counters as they kissed.
Osamu just laughs sheepishly at it, scratching the back of his neck but he doesn’t look guilty at all.
“I hate you so much,” Chuuya expresses with little to no malice, just for the sake of having something to say. “Make sure to actually sprinkle the salt everywhere and not just one spot.”
“Sure, honey,” Osamu replies sarcastically, tongue poked out and Chuuya gets the urge to bite it off.
“I’ll go water the flowers, you already listed what we’re buying today right?”
“Yeah, it’s pinned on the fridge, just add anything else I forgot.”
“... Milk, flour, chicken nuggets, laundry detergent, barbecue grill… Wait, what grill?” The redhead looks up at him with his face scrunched up, the pink note decorated with rabbits on his hand.
“Well… I thought we could use a grill?” Osamu literally has no idea what else to say as a reason besides his ridiculous desire to grill barbecue in the middle of the night. “And—we can do grilled dishes too, you know, to change up our meals a bit.”
His boyfriend looks at him thoughtfully for a moment, until he shrugs. “Whatever, you’re paying.”
“Alright partner,” Osamu nods solemnly—he did expect this much, though—and pours the beaten eggs to a pan.
Chuuya leaves him a biting pinch to his side before finally walking away to tend to their plants in their porch.
“Hey, check if Kuni has been getting enough sunlight? His leaves were looking a little yellow last time I saw it,” he hears Osamu call out from the kitchen. Their house isn’t really that small, it’s just that his boyfriend’s voice is too loud.
His eyes search for Kuni, their asparagus fern that Osamu brought home one day with no warning. Thinking about it, this was probably the plant that started their unprecedented plant obsession. He makes sure to move the pot closer outside, noticing how some of the leaves really are starting to yellow.
Spray bottle in hand, Chuuya gently spritz their collection of plants generously, watching their leaves modestly shake from the shower of water. There’s not a lot of them needing to be watered today, since most of their plants are succulents and cacti anyway.
“Chuuya? Are you done?” He hears Osamu call, taking one last look at their humble garden and getting back inside.
The smell of warm breakfast will never be something he gets tired of, Chuuya realises as he sits down in front of his boyfriend at their dining table as he brandishes two plates of steaming hotdogs with eggs.
“I just fried leftover rice from yesterday,” Osamu admits while he places down Chuuya’s plate, “there’s not a lot of time to wait for the rice to cook if we’ll be going soon.”
“Who said we need to leave this early anyway?” Chuuya complains as he pokes his breakfast with a fork, waiting for Osamu to serve him rice. “It’s not like the grocery is going to close anytime soon, it’s fucking eight or something.”
“Agreed,” the younger seconds, nodding as he too finally sits down, “but at the same time, I feel like we’ll just get lazy if we schedule it to be any later than this. Don’t you prefer to nap in this afternoon, anyway?”
“Yeah, but did we really need to be this early?”
“It’s fine isn’t it?” Osamu looks at him with the most annoying smile present on his face, not a single hint of exhaustion or sleepiness on him anymore. Chuuya somehow wants to punch and kiss him at the same time. “Just think of it as a date or something.”
“Dazai, I might be in love with you but you’re insane for planning to take me out on a ‘date’ at nine o’clock.”
“They say chivalry is dead, but I’m literally treating you like this. You wound me, Chuuya… “
“There is absolutely nothing romantic in a grocery date but, sure, babe.”
8:57 am
“You’re taking your hat with you?” Osamu has his mouth agape, eyes boring into the accessory held between Chuuya’s hands.
“What’s wrong?”
They’ve just finished getting dressed for their trip outside, Chuuya taking an extra ten minutes while preparing because of his skincare routine that Osamu almost dozed off on the couch while waiting for him. They’re now standing near their front door, slipping in their shoes that Osamu almost misses what his boyfriend has in his hands.
“‘What’s wrong?’ I can list at least six things that are wrong, I think,” the younger points out, fingers reaching out to take the hat from Chuuya’s hands.
“I wanna wear it.”
“I know you do, but we’re going to a grocery, Chuuya.”
Osamu tries to emphasise his point by gesturing to his clothes only composing of merely a basic white t-shirt tucked into jeans and a large brown coat. Standing next to Chuuya makes him feel slightly on the fence about being his boyfriend and more like his butler instead when Chuuya looks like he’s ready to get on stage with his shirt fashionably unbuttoned at the top and skinny jeans that Osamu knows will have him distracted the entire time.
It doesn’t help that Chuuya decided to wear sunglasses already, and with his hat in hand now, Osamu might as well reinstate his position as a chauffeur instead.
“You can wear it next time,” he says with a smile as he returns the hat back to its place in their shelves, laying a hand on top of Chuuya’s head instead before messing his already perfectly combed hair.
“Dazai!” Osamu dodges the anticipated kick coming from Chuuya, laughing as he moves aside fluidly. He takes it as an opportunity to step closer to him, completely shadowing Chuuya with his taller build.
“What—what are you trying to pull off now?” Chuuya tries to look like he’s not flustered by it, lips trembling slightly as his skin heats up even more when Osamu takes his face in his hand, his cheek already getting warmer at his palm's touch. The skin under his fingertips are burning up.
“Nothing, really,” Osamu mutters quietly, that annoying grin of his gradually softening into something gentle and affectionate that it makes Chuuya’s chest constrict for a moment as the seconds turn slow and he could see the flutter of Osamu’s eyelashes before he smoothly leans down to kiss him.
It’s nothing fancy or heart-pounding, it’s just a kiss similar to that they’ve shared at least a thousand times between them.
Even then, Chuuya still feels the need to hold on tight to Osamu’s coat anyway, afraid that his knees will give in from the gentle pull of his boyfriend’s lips to the firm hand he has on his back that Chuuya knows without thinking twice that if he were to fall back, Osamu will be right there to hold him up.
“Dazai, you’re such an asshole… “ Chuuya mumbles with his eyes closed, his hand not loosening at all from its tight grip on him.
“Yes, yes I am,” and Osamu kisses him again.
They didn’t leave their front door until eight minutes later when Chuuya’s back started hurting after leaning on their shelves for too long.
9:23 am
Chuuya stays quiet in the car, just silently watching the scenery pass by beyond the window as Osamu hums along to whatever song is playing on the radio.
There really isn’t much to talk about—they already confirmed what they’ll be buying from the grocery, so they will just simply savour the rare, silent moment between them where there’s no hint of sensual hostility between them.
Just because they’re quiet doesn’t mean they’re not having a conversation, anyway, as Chuuya lets Osamu rub his thumb over his knuckles as they wait for the stoplight to turn green. An unspoken thought being told that Chuuya feels the need to further bury his face on the palm of his hand, his ears turning pink over the gentle gesture.
It’s over too soon, however, as the stoplights set them in motion once again and Osamu has to drive the car—though, they’re both sure that Osamu can probably drive one-handed if he really wanted to.
In the end, Chuuya silently wishes that the Yokohama stoplights take its time longer to turn green, he hopes to no one as he watches the sea glimmer from the passenger seat.
10:38 am
“Hey—”
“What?”
“You’re fucking serious about that grill?”
Chuuya looks at Osamu as if he has blood on his hands, not with a box of a sleek, barbecue grill at half the price. He has to admit that the price really is good for its brand, but he didn’t think that his boyfriend would actually be deadset on buying it.
“Of course?” Osamu is unphased, nonetheless, carefully setting the box aside in their shopping cart right next to the box of grape yoghurt. “I thought you already agreed on me buying it?”
“I did, but…” Chuuya is halfway in his sentence when he realises that there’s no word to describe how he’s currently feeling. It’s not like he’s mad that his boyfriend is literally buying a grill impulsively, but he’s not happy about it, either, since he’s more than sure that the grill is going to collect dust in their closet right after Osamu uses it once. “Actually, you know what? Nevermind. I’m going to the frozen foods aisle.”
“Oh, don’t forget to choose honey-glazed bacon, I hate how salty the normal ones are,” Osamu reminds him as he starts to walk away, and Chuuya merely waves him off with the grocery list in his hand.
He’s confident in his memory, of course, but Osamu was the one who wrote the list anyway, and as much as Chuuya hates to admit it, Osamu does have a great memory—so it only makes sense he’s the one who gets to keep the shopping list.
The frozen foods section is just a long wall of preserved food either displayed in fridges or air-conditioned shelves, and looking at some of the frozen food almost makes Chuuya throw up in his mouth.
“Are you looking for something?” His attention is called to a woman stalled in a stand, hotdogs frying in a grill that looks horribly similar to the one his partner is planning to buy.
“Erm—” Chuuya tries to think of an escape, “nothing really, I’m just here to buy—”
“If you’re not looking for anything, would you like to try our new brand of hotdogs?” She gestures to the brown sausages soaked in shiny grease in front of her, “they’re made with turkey meat, yet they have fewer calories compared to other turkey hotdogs in the market!”
“No thank you, I’m really not—”
“You can taste it for free!”
Osamu recalls what else they have on the list as he glances in their cart, trying to remember if there’s anything he else needs to buy in the sanitary aisle.
Besides the chicken nuggets and bacon that his boyfriend is taking his sweet time of getting, there really isn’t anything else that they need to buy besides laundry detergent, which will be in the next aisle after.
Deep in thought, he almost gets surprised about the presence of someone walking up to him, but he doesn’t turn around.
“Chuuya, you took long enough. Can you fetch me the usual detergent we buy from the aisle next to this?”
“Uh, Dazai… “ He hears him start to say, and Osamu finally turns around. Chuuya has an unreadable expression on his face that Osamu almost doesn’t think much about it until he notices what he has in his hands.
“... Do you want to tell me why you have three packs of hotdogs when you’re supposed to only get two items?”
The garbage bin’s lid swings as Osamu throws his disposable stick, smiling lips slightly shiny from the grease.
“Chuuya, let’s get another pack of those hotdogs.”
“Your total would be ¥7,337.41,” the cashier emotionlessly states as he swipes their last item in the counter.
“This wouldn’t be so expensive if you didn’t buy all those hotdogs!” Osamu exclaims as he whips out his wallet, his sweat rolling out on his cheek while he solemnly passes his credit card to the cashier.
“Me? Who was the one who wanted to buy that grill!?” Chuuya retorts, unable to resist raising his voice when he gets blamed.
“The grill was already part of the budget! I already calculated how expensive it was supposed to be!”
“We don’t even need that fucking grill in the first place!”
“Uh, sir—” the cashier calls out, completely unaffected by their shouting as he holds out Osamu’s credit card, “your pin, can you enter your pin first?”
Osamu gives Chuuya one last sharp glare that clearly had no malice in it before he takes the machine with an embarrassed smile, bowing his head down slightly as Chuuya hears him apologise for their noise. He almost snaps back again if it weren’t for the security guard looking at their direction.
As soon as their items were packed, Chuuya picks up the three largest boxes, the weight completely irrelevant the moment he has it in his hands as his ability gets to work. He could probably grab another box, or even all of them, but he feels the need to get back at Osamu somehow from their banter earlier.
“Chuuya!” He hears Osamu exclaim behind him as he starts to walk away already, sniggering to himself as he hears his struggle to carry the last two boxes. “You can walk away but I’ll always catch up to you, short-legs!”
Chuuya almost sends their grocery flying right then and there.
“Do you want to stop by somewhere to eat?” Osamu asks as he closes the back door of their car, the boxes safe and unharmed.
“Nah, I’m exhausted,” the older sighs to himself, hands on his waist as he shuts his eyes for a second.
“You’re exhausted from what? Eating hotdogs?” His boyfriend laughs behind his hand, mocking him completely that Chuuya doesn’t hesitate on sending a fist to his stomach. Osamu catches it though, the ever-annoying grin still present on his face and he pulls Chuuya to him instead.
“Let’s go home,” he says almost too sweetly, and kisses his forehead before letting go.
Somehow, this is probably more annoying than anything else he has done this day, Chuuya concludes as he lets him tangle their fingers together as they walk to the front of their car.
12:47 pm
As Osamu expected, Chuuya passes out in his seat not even long after they’ve set on the road, watching his lips part open in his sleep and his long bangs sway slightly from his breath.
“How pretty, Yokohama’s sea today,” he says, as he waits for the stoplights to turn green, over the almost obnoxious jazz music playing on the radio, his eyes never leaving Chuuya’s sleeping face with the blue sea gleaming behind him under the burning sun at noon.
2:12 pm
Chuuya almost trudges like a zombie towards their couch, eyes half-open as he flops his body down with a sounding thump.
“Hey, get up, we need to put the things we bought in the cupboards,” he hears Osamu reprimand, but he just drowns it out.
“Later… “
He doesn’t hear a response and he almost celebrates that his boyfriend did leave him alone to nap until his body almost gets crushed by Osamu’s weight, his body entirely covered by him.
“Get off!” Chuuya yelps as Osamu adjusts himself above him, turning so they’re face to face. “It’s so fucking hot with your coat!”
“Oh? Will you let me do this if I take my coat off, then?” Osamu suggestively says, but Chuuya isn’t taking any of it and tries to knee him in the belly.
“Fuck off, asshole,” Chuuya tells him exasperatedly, slowly starting to accept his fate of having his boyfriend in his heavy coat on top of him for the next ten minutes at least.
“Too bad your ability doesn’t work on me, you could easily send me flying in the living room right now.”
“I’m glad you goddamn know that.”
Osamu stares at him for a moment, thinking of what to say, until he takes the sides of his coat and bundles Chuuya under him.
“Hey, what the fuck!” Chuuya yells underneath, fists weakly punching his chest. “Dazai, let go of me!”
“Not until you say sorry.”
“For what!?”
“Hmm… There’s a lot, so we can start slowly. First, you need to say sorry for stealing my coffee this morning.”
“Stop—” The older has had enough, and increases his weight instead, enough to topple Dazai over and almost fall down the couch, “—fucking around!”
“Oops, did I make you too mad?” Osamu laughs, easily taking away all that newfound weight with a simple touch of his hand to his face.
“What do you think?” Chuuya wanted to say it more bitingly, but the exhaustion is coming back along with his sudden use of his ability that he sounds like he’s close to keeling over instead.
“Alright, sorry if I teased you too much,” he feels Osamu brush back his dishevelled hair, eyes closing on instinct and he nearly misses the sight of his boyfriend’s face in this shaded room and only illuminated by the afternoon glow from the window. “Go take a nap, I’ll wake you up when dinner’s ready.”
“Wait.”
Chuuya didn’t think he would actually voice it out, and it makes Osamu’s hand stop at what it’s doing which is the complete opposite of what he wants him to do.
“Stay here… Until I fall asleep,” he says as he ducks his head away, unable to help the blush on his face grow. It almost disappears immediately, however, as he hears Osamu softly chuckle as if he’s making fun of him. His hand hasn’t left his hair, and Chuuya feels him gently push him back down the couch with a pillow behind his head.
“Ah—what to do,” the younger expresses with mirth, eyes gleaming in the darkening room, “There are so many things to do, yet my boyfriend won’t let me leave him at all. Should I just nap with him as well?”
“Oh just fuck off… “ With his hands on his face, Chuuya breathes against his palms, the heat of his breath nothing like the warmth of his cheeks. Osamu takes his hands away, and Chuuya has a split-second to react to what he’s gonna do next.
Osamu’s lips still slightly have the taste of the hotdogs they tried earlier, and Chuuya heats up as he feels him slide his tongue shamelessly into the kiss. He wants to pull away and yell at him again, but his hands feel like jelly against his boyfriend’s gentle grip on him.
“Good night, Chuuya… “ Osamu mutters when he finally pauses, taking a deep breath and noting how the feels air warmer than before.
“Stupid Dazai… “ Chuuya looks absolutely gorgeous in the golden afternoon light with his lips kissed out and hair tousled, his cheeks completely dusted red and his eyes look glossier than ever. Osamu wants to keep the image longer in his memory, but Chuuya closes his eyes scrunched shut too soon and turns his head away to rest on his side instead.
Just when Osamu thinks he finally fell asleep, he can make out Chuuya quietly mumbling something he almost misses.
“When I wake up… You better continue where you left off.”
Never has Osamu hoped for the evening to come soon.
5:46 pm
Chuuya wakes up to the smell of sweet roasted meat, nose twitching from the delicious smell.
“Oh, I was just about to wake you,” he hears Osamu distantly say.
“What time is it?”
“It’s fourteen minutes until six pm.”
“Fuck, I slept that long?” Chuuya stretches his arms, yawning as he does so. Osamu is standing in front of him with the ridiculous kiss the cook apron he got from his birthday a few years ago and a pair of tongs in one of his hands.
“I didn’t want to disturb your rest, my bad.”
“It’s fine,” the older says as he finally stands up from the couch, and Osamu almost thinks that he’s going to the kitchen immediately but he feels him grab his arm before anything else.
“After dinner, you better continue.”
It takes Osamu a little bit longer to realise what he meant, and he laughs as Chuuya hurries to the dining table. He shakes his head to no one, a defeated smile growing on his face as he catches up to him.
It’s not obvious, Osamu thinks to himself as he passes Chuuya a plate of well-roasted hotdogs from their newly bought barbecue grill, but he might just spoil his boyfriend a little too much.
extra; 3:09 am
Osamu stares blankly at the ceiling, watching the occasional car lights pass by and illuminate their room. He fell asleep early, but he woke up at this hour for no reason.
He tries to quiet his breathing, trying to listen to the sound of the person next to him sleep instead.
“Ah,” he realises as he holds his hand out, the metal band he’s holding between his fingers glinting in the dark, “as I thought, home will always be the sound of him softly sleeping next to me...”
Trying not to make a noise, he takes one last look at Chuuya, his neck exposed from the weird positions he always ends up in his sleep and the heavily possessive red marks boring straight into Osamu’s stare.
Blinking, he gulps down his last bit of anxiety, and carefully slides the band onto Chuuya’s ring finger. The person in question is completely undisturbed, as he thought, and Osamu takes the chance to kiss his hand.
“As I thought—” his thoughts repeat as he pulls his lips away from Chuuya’s skin, “as I thought, I want to keep this sound of you beside me forever.”