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“I like that expression.”
A seemingly raspy voice spoke just a few feet in front of Dazai. As he lifted his head, he saw the same figure walking down the stairs from over seven years ago. Each step meant that he was getting closer.
And the interaction he was subconsciously waiting for was getting closer. It wasn’t like he missed the chibi, he just really wanted to hear his voice again and curse him out again.
Chuuya now stood mere meters away from the bandaged detective, “…It makes me want to strangle you.”
Please do, he thought.
Dazai was a lot taller than Chuuya however the fact that he was elevated higher thanks to the shackles his hands were tied with meant that his body was suspended pretty high up. It felt almost rewarding to see him this short. He really didn’t grow up at all.
Chuuya’s expression morphed into a scowl as his gloved hand gripped Dazai’s hair, pulling him down and forcing him to make direct eye contact. They haven’t seen each other in years so looking into each other’s eyes felt nostalgic, and memories were brought back from when they were working with each other, side by side.
Still, it was strange seeing Dazai with both eyes instead of having his right being bandaged up like the rest of his body. It was relieving in a way. His face was clear and didn’t look injured which greatly surprised the redhead as he was expecting Dazai to have died or at least get harmed even further after leaving the mafia. At least he gets to finally gaze into his brown eyes which seemed to have a touch of wine red to it.
Maroon eyes met azure once more.
A smirk met a scowl once more.
Double Black were known for this combination, on top of being the most murderous duo in all of Yokohama. Being feared by all was an understatement. If they were in the room, all immediate peace and tranquillity was lost and replaced with tense stares and quick bowing.
It felt good, reminiscing about this. That was the only good thing to have come out of their relationship.
Chuuya’s other hand rose from being stuffed into his pocket to trailing a finger up Dazai’s arm. From his elbow to his palm, the redhead lightly trailed and tapped his arm with two fingers, as if it were a person walking up with their two legs. At last, they reached his hand and he intertwined each finger through Dazai’s and clamped down.
“I’m going to miss this.” The detective sighed, and gripped Chuuya’s hand back, harshly rubbing his thumb on his knuckle. His entire body pushed itself off of the wall and spun the mafioso around, pushing his literal and metaphorical back against the wall.
Now that he was overtowering him, Dazai loosened his fingers from the hold and slowly trailed a finger down his ex-partner’s gloved wrist until he held it tightly, leaning his hand against it. He pushed his body into his and caged Chuuya with his legs. The redhead was in a rough position and was in a bit of a pickle now that he was trapped.
Dazai leaned his head against Chuuya’s and bent his head down to meet his ear, breathing heavily meanwhile. There were mere millimeters between his lips and the partner’s earlobe as he huskily whispered.
“Thank you. You get distracted so easily.”
Chuuya’s trance broke as he realised that the hand that Dazai was using held the key to unlock the cuffs. They were inside of his gloves so unless he actually—
“Fufufu, thanks for all the great times we had! Kidding, but truly.” He paused, expecting the redhead to finish his sentence like he usually did.
“…Farewell.”