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Chuuya had been planning this date for 2 weeks. He had the reservations, the flowers and the ring, he was planning to pop the question to his long-term boyfriend Dazai. It was their 5th anniversary.
He opened the door to their shared apartment, more of a penthouse considering Chuuyas income. Dazai was comfortably laying on the couch with his glasses on and a book in hand, he was wearing what looked like a t-shirt and plaid pyjama pants. He tilted his head on to the armrest of the sofa and greeted Chuuya with a smile.
Chuuya had was in the middle of taking off his hat when he asked Dazai, “So, are you ready for tomorrow?” Dazai had put his book down on the coffee table and responded with, “Chuuya, of course I didn’t forget! I got you something too.” Chuuya was now sitting next to him on the couch. “Im gonna take you to a nice restaurant, around 15 minutes away. They serve the crab you like.” Chuuya added as he picked up the remote control neatly placed on the table.
Dazais eyes slowly widened as he replied “Eh? A restaurant? Why didn’t you tell me sooner!? I have no nice outfit!” He put a hand to his chest in a theatrical way, Chuuya rolled his eyes without a glance towards him “I thought of that. you have nice clothes. I know because, I bought some for you.”
He turned his head over to face his boyfriend and he look surprised, Chuuya always enjoyed when we he caught Dazai off guard. “It’s in the bag on the kitchen counter, try it on whenever you want.”
Chuuya could tell Dazai was trying to hide his obvious shock, dating for nearly 4 years helps being able to tell when the other is trying to hide something. “My My! How nice of you Chuu-Chuu!” Dazai rested his head on his shoulder. “Thank you though, I’ll try it on later…” Chuuya could barely hear him say it, It was barely above a whisper. He laid his head atop of his boyfriends curls and replied with “Anytime.”
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Chuuya woke up with an ache in his neck, fuck. He fell asleep on the couch. He looked at his watch, oh. Only 6:30. He still had a few minutes to spare before he had to leave. He had to set up some things for his date tonight. He kissed Dazai’s head and gently laid him on the couch trying his best not to stir him, he failed. “Eh? Chuuya where are you going?” Dazai questioned with a yawn. Chuuya played with his boyfriends curls trying to help him relax, “I have to set some stuff up for our date later… I’ll pick you up at 5, okay?” Dazai blinked lazily as he nodded.
Chuuya kissed him goodbye before getting up to go out the door, he put on his hat, jacket and shoes. Before closing the door he admired his sleeping hopefully-soon-to-be-husband.
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Dazai woke up shivering to the cold embrace of the couch. Missing the warmth from his dear chuu chuu, he remembered what he said a few hours prior. Something like he’d collect him at five? Dazai also remembered he had to try on the outfit Chuuya oh-so generously bought him. He spotted a medium sized white bag with the name of a clothing brand on the front.
He picked out the soft fabric of the fancy sweater that his boyfriend picked out. It was a… Black turtleneck. There was a note stuck to the turtleneck that he had only seen now. Written in masterful cursive it said ;
For Dazai,
Hey Dazai, I hope you actually like this turtleneck I thought I would look nice on you. I picked the softest fabric so you wouldn’t complain the whole time. There’s some beige jeans in the bag that go with it. Remember, I’ll pick you up at five. Be ready.
Dazai could feel his cheeks become slightly heated at the romantic gesture. He scooped the remaining pieces of clothing in the bag. He walked into their shared room.
Perfect fit. The clothes were the perfect size and well fitted. How did chuuya even know his size? Dazai didn’t remember telling him, if he even did. He looked at the time on his phone, only one pm. He might aswell have a shower and something small to eat.
By the time his hair was washed, he was changed and he ate something. It was already 4:30 pm. He got a text from chuuya saying ‘I’m leaving soon, be ready.’
Jokes on him because Dazai was actually ready before hand for the first time in ages.
Dazai was probably imagining it but he felt like Chuuya was going to do something g tonight… The fancy restaurant, the outfits, the vague answers. He felt like chuuya was going to ask the question and frankly, he would say yes. No hesitation.
His overthinking got cutoff by someone entering the door.
It was chuuya.
“Good. Your ready. Let’s go.”
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The car ride to the restaurant was the nice quiet, not the awkward quiet. Dazai looked… Even better than he expected. He knew the turtleneck would look nice on him but not this nice, it did not help his already red face that Dazai did that attractive thing where he put his hair behind his ear. He could feel his cheeks heat up a bit more. He prayed it wasn’t noticeable.
Chuuya himself was wearing a fitted suit, custom-made to be exact. He wanted to look especially nice for proposing. Obviously.
Before he knew it, they were there.
As they walked in the main door Chuuya enjoyed seeing Dazais eyes widen at all the shiny and expensive decor. He approached a woman in uniform who looked to be in her early twenties, “Uh, Reservation for Chuuya Nakahara?” He asked politely she responded with a perfect customer-service smile. “Yes! Right this way.” She gestured for him and Dazai to follow her.
The woman stopped at a table with two chairs candles and a small vase of red camellia’s. “Please sit, I’ll provide your menus.” She walked off to get said menus as Dazai went over to his chair, Chuuya decided to go all the way with the romantics and he pulled Dazais chair out for him and pushed it back in when he sat.
Chuuya then walked over to his own chair and sat down. He smiled flirtatiously at the brunet across from him. Dazai have a small grin on return. “Chuuya, do you know what these flowers represent?” Chuuya perked an eyebrow up “They’re red camellias. Right? No i don’t know what they represent, why?” Dazai placed his elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand. “Deep red camellias can symbolize passion, love, romance, and desire, Did you do this on purpose chuu-chuu??”
Dazai said the ‘Chuu-Chuu’ in his high pitched voice, but he didn’t plan for the flowers it was a nice coincidence. “Oh really? I’ll keep that in mind.”
Suddenly the young woman from earlier rushed over with the menus “Apologies for the wait.” She placed the menus down in a professional manner. “When you’re ready to order, call me over!” She walked off after saying that.
Dazai basically glanced at the menu before slamming it down and announcing “I know what I’m getting!” Chuuya rolled his eyes while still looking at his own menu “Let me guess, Crab?” Dazai clapped his hands together in a theatrical manner.“Wow! Chuuya knows me so well! I’m honoured!”
Chuuya ignored the bait and instead asked “Do you know what drink you’re getting?” Dazai crossed his arms as if he was a child sulking, “Yes. I’m gonna get the… sparkling water!” Chuuya put his menu down as he smiled at his soon-to-be husband as he called the familiar staff member over.
He made the order and the young woman gracefully walked over to the kitchen with their order.
Chuuya couldn’t help but smile at Dazai. He patted the small box with the ring he wanted to give him, he just had to think of the right time. Maybe he could put it in his food? No, dazai would kill him if he ruined his crab, maybe before they leave chuuya could do the whole corny get down on one knee thing… he was willing to do anything for Dazai. So maybe the knee. Or he could do it when they got home? Or would he think that’s not romantic enough.. or-
“Chuu-Chuu! Your food?” Oh. Chuuya must’ve spaced out. “I see your enjoying your food.” He smiled as he saw Dazai wolfing down his crab. He nodded enthusiastically.
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They were both very satisfied with their meal. Both of them cleared their plate, Dazai still somehow had room for dessert.
Chuuya was going to do it.
He was going to propose to Dazai Osamu.
Chuuya anxiously toyed with the ring box in his pocket. Dazai was nearly finished his dessert, Chuuya was gonna go on his knee right after they took his empty dessert plate away.
And just as Chuuya was thinking that, Dazai finished. Each second the waiter was coming closer to take the dirty dish was more anxiety inducing than the last.
The waiter dashed away with the dish. And thought ‘fuck it, I’m just gonna do it.’
He slid off his chair and onto one knee, Dazais eyes widened and cheeks flooded with Color. And chuuya said what he’s been reciting for weeks.
“Dazai Osamu. I love you.
I love your dramatics.
I love your stupid nicknames for me.
I love your scars and your bandages.
These past few years have been the happiest of my life. Everytime I look at you I thank the gods that somehow I got lucky enough to end up with you.
I love your suicide jokes, even if they make me worry sometimes.
My love for you will love forever.”
Tears were starting to prick at the corners of Dazais eyes.
“I want to be able to look over at your gorgeous face at night and say ‘he’s my husband!’ So, Dazai Osamu, my darling…”
“Will you marry me?”
“Are you kidding yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!”
Dazai was on the floor with him on both his knees and chuuya didn’t notice that some tears were falling from his own eyes aswell, he put the shiny ring on Dazais elegant finger as he grabbed him and kissed him.
And for the first time in a very long time, he truly felt…
At the top of the world, just him and Osamu.