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There were enemies for a long time. Dazai in the Armed Detective Agency, Chuuya in the Port Mafia. Dazai a traitor, Chuuya an executive. Dazai, citizen abiding the law, Chuuya neck deep in organized crime.
Even before that they were mostly at each other throats. If not enemies, rivals to say the least, always trying to one up the other.
And before that, when Chuuya was the king of the Sheep and Dazai Mori’s lackey, they were enemies first and foremost.
But they were so much more. No one would be believe the kisses stolen in the dark alleys, under the sheets of their shared room away on missions, soft words exchanged in a whisper, careful of eavesdropping ears and watchful eyes.
All of that didn’t matter now. There were no sides anymore. No good or bad, no justice or crime. It was only Chuuya and Dazai, in a room full of people they knew and cared about. Full of people that knew them and cared about them as well. And what was once unthinkable was happening for all to see.
Chuuya standing on his tiptoes, arms wrapped around Dazai’s shoulders, was kissing his rival, his enemy, his partner. And Dazai was kissing back.
The outside world didn’t matter. In that moment everything was perfect. They were perfect.