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fishface: it’s happening :D
me: please don’t say you’re bleeding out
fishface: better!!! the tattas are coming off ( ﾉ ^ ヮ ^) ﾉ
Chuuya grinned. He knew how long Dazai had been waiting for this- it had taken years to go through the medical system and try to convince doctor after doctor that no, this wasn’t a phase. It wasn’t just their mental illnesses trying to change something drastically.
Half of the reasons offered for why they couldn’t have surgery didn’t even make sense. One of them had even tried to ask for their ‘husbands permission.’ The same reason had been offered when Dazai had needed a salpingo-oophorectomy to get their ovaries and fallopian tubes removed.
me: WOOOO YEET THE TEETS
fishface: WOOOOOOOOO
fishface: YOU GET TO TAKE CARE OF ME TOO
fishface: (if you want)
Chuuya smiled with a fond look on his face. He would always be happy to look after Dazai no matter how annoying they got.
me: (of course)
me: I suppose I’ll do it 🙄🙄
fishface: ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )
me: u whore that’s facing the wrong way
fishface: HUSH
fishface: IT COPY AND PASTES WEIRD SOMETIMES OKAH????
me: PLS YOU COPY AND PASTE THEM??? JUST MAKE EM
fishface: too much work 😭‼️
me: sometimes I forget how lazy you are 😐
fishface: we’ve known eachother since 4th grade 🤨 you should know by now
me: all I know is that you’re allergic to spelling ‘each other’ right
fishface: I SPELL IT THE SMART WAY OKAH
fishface: STUF
me: stuf
fishface: STFU
fishface: i mean that with love 😍
me: <3
me: ily too 🤪
So yeah. If he hurried back to the apartment a little faster, nobody commented on it.
They had been dorm mates all through college so it was just a given that they’d live together after they finished. Dazai and Chuuya had been dating since softmore year of college anyway. Living together was second nature by now.
Having their own apartment was great though. It was small, sure, but it worked. Even if the walls were disgustingly thin- a fact they had only found out after Fyodor and Nikolai who lived in the next room over complained of hearing them fuck on every surface known to man. It was… an awkward conversation to say he least.
That didn’t stop them of course. If they had to listen to their hall mates bang, then their hall mates could extend the same courtesy to them.
Chuuya hurried through the door, right into his waiting partners arms. They jumped onto him like a koala, legs wrapped tight around Chuuya’s waist.
“Chibi!!!! It’s happening!!”
He could feel Dazai smiling into his shoulder. Chuuya grinned right along with them.
“Nooooo, I never would have guessed!” he said sarcastically.
Dazai giggled. “Carry me to the kitchen! We have to celebrate!”
He raised an eyebrow. “That could mean a lot of things, but I’m going with food.”
“Such a dirty little mind you have there!”
“Don’t make me drop you!” he growled.
The brunette clung tighter before taunting, “Such a short fall wouldn’t even hurt!!”
*thunk*
“Owwww!” they squealed. “That hurt!”
Chuuya didn’t fall for the pout on their face. “Shush. Lemme go change into a sports bra. Then I’ll make your whiny ass some dinner.”
Dazai wormed across the floor and was almost to the small kitchen when Chuuya returned.
Chuuya knudged them with his toe. “Is it a good eating day?”
“Good enough.”
“Alright. Fried rice it is- the fridge has to be cleaned out anyways.”
The brunette was content to lay there on the tile floor as Chuuya walked around them, various containers of veggies and rice in hand. It didn’t take long for things to cook, and soon they both sat at the table with a plate in front of their respective seats.
It was a four person table, just big enough for the couple and two of their friends. Atsushi and Akutagawa were the ones who joined them most frequently, but others did drop by. Ranpo and Poe, and sometimes Kouyou and Yosano dropped by often. Chuuya was a great cook, after all.
Dazai and Chuuya both chatted about their days, talking about everything under the sun. It was a daily ritual- listening to every little mundane thing made both of them feel grateful to have made it.
The little moments like this were the best.
——-
“So… nips on or off?”
Chuuya groaned. He had been almost asleep with Dazai by his side, resting comfortably, but noooo. No sleep for him. He had to answer questions about nipples at 1am.
“That’s your choice Daz’. Only you can decide where to put those good ol’ pepperoni slices.”
Dazai choked. “Pepperoni slices?? I cant-“
They cuddled in closer as their laughing died down. At first, neither of them were too into pda. They both worried about being too clingy and obnoxious, but after establishing that yes, cuddling was great, this had happened. Long nights spent together in each other’s arms made everything better.
“Mmmm… maybe I’ll get just one big one in the middle and be a cyclnipple.”
Silence.
“I’m sorry, did you just say cyclnipple?? There are literally so many fucking better ways to combine those words.”
“No! I like my cyclnipple idea! You’re just grumpy because you’ll only have one nipple to lick after!
He sputtered. “That is not it!”
Dazai wiggled against his side, poking their long ass fingers into his ribs. “My nipples could still fall off anyways! What difference does it make?”
“I- did you just say your nips could fall off?”
“Uh, yeah~ did you not know??”
“No??!?!?”
“Stupid chibi.”
Chuuya pulled up his feet and ran them along the length of Dazai’s legs, watching them screech at the cold. Serves you right you slimy little bastard.
It was nice to see Dazai so happy though. They had come so far since 4th grade. Through all the attempts, the bad days, the good days, the hospital visits, the inpatient stays- they had survived. Both of them had. Life was so fucking good now that it stole Chuuya’s breath away sometimes. Every day was like a testament to them being able to escape. To live free.
He leaned in to give Dazai a kiss on the nose. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” They kissed him on his forehead.
——-
“What do you mean you don’t know if you kept them??!?!?”
“I forgot!! What else?? would I mean??”
Chuuya threw the bag of gummies at their head and facepalmed. He loved his boyfriend but sometimes- just sometimes- he wanted to strangle them.
“Okay. Okay. Everything’s fine. But no more gummie worms! You have to eat something else,” reprimanded Chuuya.
He climbed into bed next to Dazai and unpaused the tv when he felt their head drop onto his and mumble out a ‘fine.’ Chuuya could feel their feathery hair on his neck. Dazai ran cold but they felt warm next to Chuuya. He always brought the brilliance of heat with him wherever he went.
It was something Dazai loved. With him beside them, they didn’t have to ever worry about being alone in the cold.