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After three years working at ADA, this was the first time Dazai celebrated Christmas with them.
The Agency's offices had a complete redecoration, even if it was just for that night, as the criminals would not rest just because it was Christmas.
The desks ended up completely decorated with white tablecloths and colorful garlands, as well as the chairs, walls and doors. Some colorful balls and small Santa Clauses were also part of the decoration.
In one of the corners they placed a large tree, which was easily accommodated thanks to Atsushi's strong arms, to decorate it all together, and when all the members were satisfied with their contributions, Fukuzawa was the one who finished everything by placing the star at the top and turning on the lights.
That night, until the clock struck twelve, the atmosphere was a mixture of laughter, jokes, dancing and good wishes.
And despite the thousands of sensations in his body and the hundreds of thoughts running through his mind, for a few minutes, everything remained quiet and calm.
Dazai raised his glass to toast and the sound of clinking glass echoed in his ears as well as the fireworks coming from the street and the loud wishes of his friends.
"Dazai-san! Make a wish!"
"Oh, thank you so much Kenji-kun!"
"Yosano-sensei! Make a wish!"
"Let's see, what should I wish for?"
Dazai watched the blond approach each member of the agency, including the secretaries, to hand them a small cake that he had baked himself in the afternoon. According to Kenji, that small cake was capable of granting a wish if it came from the heart.
When everyone had a cake in their hands, Kenji guided them with his soft but cheerful voice, so they could make their wish correctly.
"Bring your hands close to your chest and focus on your deepest desire"
The first step was to close their eyes, so that concentrating would be easier, but the urge to open one eye and peek was much stronger in Dazai's case.Opening his eye just a tiny bit, he found Yosano, Ranpo and Kyouka doing the same, which led him to press his lips together in an attempt to hold back a giggle.
"Now, when you have your wish in mind, eat your cake and your wish will come true"
Without making a wish, Dazai brought the small cake close to his mouth, and the second his teeth pierced through the soft dough, a word crossed his mind, baffling him enough that the piece of cake now inside his mouth was pressed between his tongue and palate, instead of being chewed.
Kunikida's hand pressing lightly on his shoulder from behind faded any sort of concentration and intention to think about what had happened any longer.
"Dazai... Amm..."
The brunette turned around, quickly swallowing the cake, finding a smile on his friend's face, a gleam that seemed to be honesty in his eyes and a very soft but present blush.
"Thanks for being here tonight, you're... You're doing great"
One more pat on his shoulder and the blond excused himself with having to help the kids get more desserts, despite having a full table in front of them.
Dazai stood in place for a moment, his gaze fixed on the glass he clenched between both hands, a small smile on his lips and a familiar presence at his back. His heart was almost satisfied.
At some point in the evening, Dazai decided that his time at the party was over and said goodbye, always with a smile on his face but this time a little more relaxed than the one he usually would have. A few goodbyes later, he headed back to his room, but only to grab his coat and head outside.
Dazai walked until he reached an abandoned building and climbed the stairs carefully, his muscle memory helping him to step in the right places after having done it so many times.
After so long walking and without a scarf or gloves to protect him from the cold night, Dazai arrived at his destination with his hair fluffy and pointing in every possible direction, his hands red and numb as well as his nose and ears.
Carefully he walked to the edge and sat down. From that spot most of the surrounding buildings could be seen clearly, including the ADA building, which still had the lights on and shadows passing in front of the window from time to time.
The Port Mafia building was also visible, but whether they were celebrating Christmas or not, Dazai wouldn't know, after all, they were most likely doing it individually and in secret or maybe, if Mori was willing enough to do something for his people, they would have a private party.
His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and a distant 'Fuck' so without a second thought, he turned around faster than he thought he would.
"Chuuya?"
The aforementioned was already turning his back on him and walking to the opposite side, but slowed down when Dazai called out to him.
"Chuuya... Come on Chuuya, don't make me call you three times, be an obedient dog and come here"
"I'm not a-" Chuuya quickly turned around, his typical annoyed expression and clenched fists were there, but the energy was not. It wasn't even three seconds before he dropped his whole act and kept his hands in his pockets, walking towards the brunette.
"Ah, forget it, move you idiot"
Neither knew exactly how long it had been since Chuuya also sat on the edge of that building, silently watching the dark sky, the street damp from the snowflakes, the leaves of the trees swaying in the passing breezes and the lights that made Yokohama, for the first time in the entire year, look genuinely peaceful and full of joy.
Their breaths were punctuated by the distinctive mist coming from between their lips, more recurring on Dazai's part as his lack of a scarf made its presence known again, but Chuuya had always been a very good observer, especially when it came to his partner's deepest desires or thoughts.
"Hold this and wait for me"
Fluidly and skillfully, Chuuya removed his scarf with one hand and wrapped it around Dazai's neck, covering a bit of his face in the process as well, but that may have been intentional.
"Chuu-" with his numb fingers Dazai removed the cloth from his face and bulged it under his chin to look for the owner of said scarf, but he didn't find him, at least not on the building.
The red-haired had used his ability to intercept a peddler, who appeared to be an older man if one judged by how slowly he walked, and was in the midst of buying something from him -and probably paying him extra to go home on that cold night and rest-.
Dazai only knew what it was until Chuuya returned and a bag was held out to him.
Chuuya had bought a cup of hot coffee and donuts for the two of them. His coffee had milk in it and on the side were two small sachets of sugar, as he preferred it much sweeter than Chuuya would normally choose for himself.
The donuts were chocolate covered and apparently filled, and despite having eaten a few things at the Agency party, his stomach seemed to forget all about it and his mouth suddenly watered.
Without really looking at each other much or talking about the scarf, they both finished making their coffees and started eating their donuts.
Eating something delicious for them was something of a ritual, as in the days when they were both part of the mafia, even if they had as much money as every teenager would dream of, they didn't have the time, the mental or physical peace and much less the thought of wanting to enjoy life and its little pleasures.
So when the world took pity and they could enjoy a plate of food without thinking about the past or the future, they both did it in silence, concentrating as much as they could on the flavors, the textures and their partner, if they were together.
When they finished and felt full, a sigh of satisfaction came out of each of their mouths and the night, like all the others, went on its way, the hours passed and it stopped looking so cold, silent and dark -or maybe it wasn't the night itself but rather the loneliness that felt that way-.
At some point, Dazai remembered the cake Kenji had baked and the purpose the small piece of dough had. His gaze rested on Chuuya's hat and traveled over everything he could see from his spot.
The face of the man next to him was slightly pink from the cold, his nose looked exceptionally adorable, his hair flying in the wind, wild like him, his lips being constantly moisturized with his tongue, his blue eyes fixed on his own and at that moment, Dazai noticed that they were both doing the same thing.
"Are you about to get cheesy Dazai? Because that would be gross you know?"
The comment provoked a short but sincere chuckle from Dazai, who instead of denying it or excusing himself, just moved his face even closer to Chuuya's, and as gently as possible, moved his body to finally be in Chuuya's personal space, which had become their personal space now.
"Chuuya..." his name in Dazai's voice always sounded different from the others, because no matter how many people in the world called him by his name, the way Dazai pronounced it, the tone he used depending on what he intended to get out of him and the amount of emotion his name could hold by the simple fact that it was said by Dazai's voice was unique.
Dazai's hand rested on Chuuya's gloved one, emphasizing the closeness of their bodies, the other's breath mingling with their own and the cold wind crashing against their faces, somehow fighting with the inner warmth brought on by anticipation, making them shiver subtly with chills.
Again, their desires were present in the same way as before in their minds, making their hearts beat faster.
'Chuuya'
'Osamu'
"You got slow Osamu... Embarrassing" the mocking tone in Chuuya's voice made them both smile.
"Remind me how it was then Chibi"
Without hesitation his fist tightened on the collar of Dazai's shirt, pulling him the last few inches that separated them closer and smacking their lips together mercilessly.
Numb or not, their lips lingered for a while together, enjoying the touch alone, and progressively they began to move.
Dazai wrapped an arm around Chuuya's waist, underneath his jacket so he could revel in the figure of the man he missed so much at least for a few minutes, and in that way bringing him closer and closer as their lips pressed, sucked and caressed each other endlessly.
Chuuya for his part clenched his fist even tighter, wrinkling undoubtedly the poor shirt that would probably be the only proof that he had been with Dazai. Just like in the past.
The rest of the night was spent that way, sitting without any distance between them, Chuuya leaning on Dazai's shoulder, the scarf encircling them both, and Dazai kissing from time to time Chuuya's head and resting his chin on it.
Not all the beliefs that existed could be confirmed, but they both admitted that maybe the magic of Christmas was real, because their most cherished dream had been fulfilled.