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Dazai rolled onto his stomach once he heard the front door opening. "Oh? Chuuya's home early."
They locked eyes the moment Chuuya stepped into the living room. Then he watched as blue eyes traveled around the space and Dazai totally expected the dagger coming his way.
With a sigh, Chuuya walked towards him. Picking up the mess that is Dazai's coat, bolo ties and several books on the floor.
Once he reached the sofa and picked up the last book, he smacked Dazai with the edge of said book. It was done very gently, though.
"Ouch." The brunet pouted, pulling himself to sit up.
"I told you countless times to not mess the room so much." He scolded, putting the book down on the coffee table.
Dazai outstretched his arms, wrapping around Chuuya's waist. "Is that what you're supposed to say when you're home?"
Chuuya breathed a laugh, a hand landing on top of mop of brown hair. "I'm home."
"Welcome home." Dazai grinned, brushing their lips together while pulling Chuuya down until he's seated on his lap.
While he loves riling Chuuya up until he's an angry mess, he also loves domestic Chuuya (simply put, he loves all versions of Chuuya). He never raises his voice unless absolutely necessary and there's just this gentleness that's just so Chuuya, save only for Dazai to witness.
"Did you ditch work again?" The ginger asked, brushing Dazai's hair away from his face.
"Yup." The male answered with a smile which made Chuuya roll his eyes fondly. Sure, Dazai loves disappearing from work but the bastard always did everything needed before his disappearance; Like putting clues in Kunikida's drawer for today's mission.
"Don't sound so proud of it." Chuuya scolded again, flicking his forehead.
"I mean, Why should I work when I can be home and look pretty and still get to live in luxury?" He said matter of factly, kissing Chuuya's jaw.
"You're living the dream of many, truly." The ginger said with envy. "What happened to wanting to help people? Though, indeed you're helping people retain their sanity by being home."
Dazai pulled away to look at Chuuya mischievously. "Is that Chuuya's way of saying he wanted to have me all by himself by locking me up?"
Chuuya scoffed. "In your dreams. Dinner?"
"Croquettes sound nice."
"Alright."
"Really, I'm like this because Chuuya spoils me too much."
"You're blaming me now?" The mafioso snickered, getting up to pull Dazai with him to the kitchen. "I'd rather play along with your stupid whims than turning insane from your whines and sulking."
"That's very rude of you."
Chuuya shrugged, gathering the ingredients he needed. "Facts. Now come help me with dinner."