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Sunday evening 5 PM. The perfect time to bake cookies before a long work week.
Chuuya’s assembling the ingredients on the counter: a large mixing bowl, flour, sugar, butter, some chocolate chips, baking soda. His cookies are always delicious—warm, fluffy, with melt-in-your-mouth goodness. It’s one of the myriad reasons Dazai married him—sex is good but cookies are divine.
He’s in that same pink frilly apron Dazai got him as a gift (and only the apron) humming. Dazai’s watching him, warmth blooming in his chest at the adorable domestic scene.
Until his phone vibrates in his pocket. Hoping it’s just a notification for some random junk email and not a job, he pulls it out and looks at the screen.
It’s Ryuu calling him. Ryuu? What could he want?
“Sorry, I’m just going to take this real fast love, okay?” Dazai says, already rising off the couch.
Chuuya looks up at him from the mixing bowl. “If you don’t hurry you don’t get to lick the bowl,” he chides.
Shit —that’s his favorite part! He better make this phone call fast then.
He heads to the living room and picks up the call. “Ryuu? What’s up?”
He hears gunshots over the speaker. “Ryuu? Everything okay?”
“Dazai-san, I, I, shit,” Ryuu swears, panting. More gunshots are audible.
“Ryuu? Do you need help?” Dazai inquires, concerned. It’s been a while since he’s heard from his apprentice.
“I wouldn’t have called but I’m stuck in this building and there’s too many of them and I’m s- scared.” Ryuu’s voice breaks at the end and Dazai’s heart twitches painfully. Ryuu is an extremely competent assassin and for him to be stuck in this difficult situation means something must have gone seriously wrong.
“Okay, deep breaths. In and out. That’s it.” Dazai commands. “I’m coming, okay? Just tell me where you are.”
“I’m in downtown Yokohama at the old abandoned building on the corner of Shibu and Auroi,” Ryuu murmurs quickly. “Hurry please.” He hangs up.
“Chuuya, baby, I need to leave now. Work emergency. It won’t take long.” Dazai hurries his way up the stairs, heading to their bedroom.
“What? Work?” Chuuya asks incredulously, his voice just barely audible but Dazai’s always had sensitive ears. “Today’s supposed to be your day off!”
Dazai already has his shirt off and is tearing through his closet, trying to find his suit. But it’s nowhere in sight, at least not within easy visibility. Shit.
He rushes out of the bedroom and leans on the wooden railing overlooking the living room. “Honey, where is my suit?”
“What suit?” Chuuya calls back.
“My work suit, the black coat and the dress pants and the belt. The one I always wear.” He can’t help a hint of exasperation weaving into his tone—Chuuya surely can’t be this clueless, right?
“Oh, that one! I put it in the wash! I didn’t think you’d need it so it’s at the bottom of the hamper,” Chuuya replies. “Why, what’s the matter?”
“It’s Ryuu, he needs help and it sounds like he’s in trouble. Please, do you know where my spare is?”
“Your wife needs help down here!” Dazai rolls his eyes, drumming his fingers impatiently on the railing.
“It’s for the greater good!” Dazai makes one last plea.
“I am the ‘greatest good’ you are ever gonna get! But fine, the spare is all the way at the back of the closet in the black plastic. Come back soon and in one piece, okay? Save Ryuu.”
“Thank you, my lovely wife. I’ll be back before you know it.” Dazai runs back into the room and quickly locates the suit, changing into it and rushing back downstairs.
He heads to the kitchen and sees Chuuya putting the cookies in the oven. Once Chuuya’s straightened he spins him and kisses him, pressing him against the counter. Chuuya’s surprised at first but melts into the kiss, offering no resistance.
He pushes Dazai away with a “Go!”
Dazai has the element of surprise so he effortlessly takes out the enemies—there were a lot of them—and finds Ryuu hidden in a corner, bleeding from his side. He looks so relieved to see him and Dazai helps him out of the building and in his car, dropping him off at him and Atsushi’s place. He calls Yosano, the doctor moonlighting helping criminals for some extra cash, and she promises to come shortly.
Crisis averted. He heads home and finds Chuuya’s waiting for him at the door, hands clasped behind his back and looking up at him through those thick, beautiful lashes.
“So, my handsome hero,” he inches closer to Dazai, trailing a finger up Dazai’s shirt and the curve of his neck. “Did you want the cookies, a shower, or perhaps...me?” He stands on his tiptoes and whispers that last part in Dazai’s ear, sending shivers down Dazai’s spine that had nothing to do with the cold winter outside.
Dazai said nothing but merely picked his chibi up in a princess hold, walking down the hall to their bedroom and shut the door behind him.