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Actually, Kunikida was not a workaholic, contrary to people’s believes. He was, however, very diligent. With the recent influx in cases the Agency took, the was also an increase in paperwork. Way more than the detectives could do in their office hours. Taking that into consideration, Kunukida put some overtime hours into his already tight schedule. How did Dazai know that? Well, obviously he kept a close eye on his partner’s notebook. After all, he needed to know where the other was in case something came up.
Dazai himself refused to work overtime. As soon as the clock struck five, he left the office to wait for Kunikida in the cafe downstairs. After all, he reasoned, they both lived in the Agency dorms. The road there wasn’t long but it would surely be lonely for Kunikida to walk alone in peace and quiet without Dazai’s constant whining.
Congratulating himself on how considerate a partner he has become over the years, Dazai bought a muffin to accompany his coffee and put it all on his tab.
It was nearly seven when Kunikida finally came down the stairs. He was rubbing his eyes tiredly. It looked that even two hours of overtime took their toll on him so Dazai was glad he also got an extra coffee with his order. It was now cold and disgusting and he wouldn’t drink it himself but it would be fine for Kunikida, right? Right!
Lucy made a fresh coffee for Kunikida as soon as he saw him anyway. And motioned for Dazai that she’s putting it on his tab, too. Oh well, what is a cup of coffee one way or the other?
“I waited for you, Kunikida!” Dazai proclaimed happily.
“If you were still here, you should have at least helped with the work!”
“And what is the fun in that?”
Kunikida mumbled something under his nose and run a hand through his hair while Dazai laughed. The laughter died down, however, when Dazai noticed a scar on his partners wrist. One that wasn’t there few weeks ago.
Taking Kunikidas hand into his own, Dazai asked:
“What happened?”
“Oh, that.” Kunikida’s face became quite grim. “I cut myself. I couldn’t open a jar, tried to leverage the lid with a knife and it slipped. Really, I had to visit a hospital! I was late for a visit to the dentist!”
Dazai froze for a minute and then laughed again. Honestly, only Kunikida would be more worried about a missed appointment than a flesh wound.
“You’re unbelievable!” They both said in unison which only made Dazai laugh more and Kunikida scowl harder.
“Well, at least it healed nicely,” Dazai conceded after a few minutes. “But you may try to make up a better story for it than opening a jar.”
“How about I got it trying to save my useless partner’s life?”
Dazai hummed.
“I think I like that.” Still holding Kunikida’s hand in his, he brought it closer to his lips and kissed the other man on the wrist. “Thank you, my hero.”