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The bright light from his phone suddenly brightens the dark and dreary room, and the chime indicating a received text echoes in the emptiness as cold lanky fingers envelop the device.
Squinting a bit, he eyes the message:
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happy valentine's day shitty dazai
Dazai sighs heavily and places the device back in its original place on his night stand. Today happens to be one of his bad days, and he really isn't up for the chibi's usual drunken antics.
He lays down on his futon and pulls the covers over his body and briefly contemplates that silly word - Happy.
Happiness to Dazai seems like a transient feeling – if not non-existent. He somewhat recalls having had savored it briefly, but that was over four years ago and it is now completely out of his grasp. Just like anything he could ever dare to want.
In the middle of his racing thoughts, he notices his phone lights the room aglow again and grimaces. That chibi is always so damn persistent!
After what seems like an eternity, sleep finally takes over his exhausted mind and body.
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When the detective slowly starts to open his eyes again, he feels a strange but familiar warmth envelop his usually cold body. His eyes shoot open, and he looks up and sees two blue eyes shining like sapphires in the dark. And is that... fondness he sees in those eyes?
This tiny drunkard really broke into his apartment and dared get into bed with him and even cuddled him against his chest!?
Dazai tries to break out of the hold Chuuya has on him, but it's a futile attempt - even with Chuuya in a drunken state, he is still no match for the smaller one's strength.
"Chuuya, let go of me! You brute!" he yells, getting all flustered.
Chuuya doesn't let go and asks, "Bastard, why did you not answer any of my text, huh? I was getting worried."
Dazai's eyes widen and he gets a strange feeling in his chest at the honesty. He knows Chuuya is a very honest drunk, but it's the first time he's ever heard him say he was worried about him.
He doesn't question it and just says, "Well, because Chuuya mentioned some silly Valentine's thing. Has all that wine finally deteriorated his tiny brain?"
"Asshole. I-I just thought... even a shitty princess like you deserves to have a Valentine!" (and because he can always sense when the brat is having his bad days, but he won't mention that for now.)
Dazai's eyes widen yet again.
"P-princess?" he actually stutters and he suddenly feels a different kind of warmth form in his chest and cheeks. He never would have thought such a pet name would make him have such strange feelings.
Really, how dare this gremlin barge in here and say such silly nonsense and make him feel such odd things!
That's enough, he's really going to get this brute to let go this time, and get away from here! Who cares if it's his apartment? He has to get out of here!
He raises his head again and is about to attempt to get away, but oh fuck, perhaps that was a mistake because Chuuya uses this chance to suddenly yank him by his shirt collar and pull their faces so close, their foreheads touch.
As Chuuya stares into the honey-cinnamon eyes of this shitty princess of his, he really can't help himself - so he presses their lips together gently, fitting perfectly, like they always did.
Dazai lets out a gasp, but then his eyes fall shut and he melts into it, when Chuuya starts to move his lips so lightly and softly.
Chuuya's lips are so soft and warm, he wants to savor this forever.
Then he too starts to move his lips, reciprocating the affection.
And in-between kisses, Chuuya whispers against Dazai's lips – "My beautiful princess." and "Osamu."
As much as Dazai tries to control himself, he can't help the soft sounds and whimpers from tumbling out at those words, and Chuuya just drinks them all up happily.
When they part, Chuuya opens his eyes and finds a mesmerizing sight. Even in the dim room he can see it – Dazai's genuine smile. Chuuya doesn't ever seem to recall seeing Dazai smiling like this.
Dazai is always sporting that annoying smirk or grin, but now he's smiling wholeheartedly. And Chuuya can't stop staring.
If all it took for Dazai to smile like that was to call him 'princess' and let him know how beautiful he is, he would have done so long ago.
"Ne, Dazai?
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad I had one too many glasses of wine tonight."
Dazai snorts. "Me too." He then looks away and his cheeks start to glow rosy red.
And Chuuya thinks: 'how can this annoying bastard possibly be this cute?'
Now it's Chuuya who mimics the same sweet smile and flush, and his hand comes up to caress one flaming cheek. While his other hand grips his waist lightly.
At that, Dazai lifts his hand and lets his fingers sift through soft and silky orange-red curls.
And the next second, their smiles are pressed softly together.
“Get some sleep now, mackerel. I’m not leaving you.”
As Chuuya gently places Dazai's head against his chest, embracing him in his arms again - and feeling that familiar comforting warmth envelop the coldness that only his chibi prince can provide - he thinks maybe his happiness wasn't completely non-existent after all.
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Dazai's eyes start to blink open and slowly come into focus. Now that there is a little more light in the room thanks to some sunlight seeping in, he notices something... the front door to his dorm is starting to fall off its hinges and the door knob has been completely melted off.
"Chuuya!! Look what you did to my door! You really are such a brute!"
"Wha-?" Chuuya jolts awake. His eyes widen.
Dazai just recalled that Chuuya was in fact drunk last night and will most likely not remember anything that happened. He will definitely start freaking out now.
Then suddenly a devilish grin grew on Chuuya's lips. He leaps on top of the detective. When his back hits the futon with a thud, Chuuya slots himself nicely between his long legs, and grabs hold of his hands, interlacing their fingers and resting them above his head. Chuuya remembers everything from last night. He wasn't that drunk, okay?
"Stop being such an annoying brat and making such a big deal over a minor thing like that, alright, princess?"
Dazai instantly freezes and his cheeks feel overheated. Chuuya's grin widens at the beautiful sight below him and he closes the gap between them and kisses one hot cheek before he slots their lips together in a tender, searing kiss.
This may have just become his new favorite way of making that annoying yet pretty mouth shut up.