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It was Yosano who noticed the date today.
She'd just been going through the office events calendar for February, when her eyes fell on a familiar red heart scribbled around a specific date. Checking her phone for confirmation, she successfully deduced that it was really that day today.
It was that time of the year.
Well, technically, it had been that time of the year for a while now. Ever since the week started, to be precise. The markets were overflowing with newly stocked chocolates and presents every other hour, the florists were enjoying booming businesses, and of course, toy makers were having the time of their lives. Especially the ones who made teddy bears.
Sure enough, it was Valentine's Day today. Meaning, that the past week was supposed to be celebrated as Valentine's Week. It was kind of ridiculous, actually. Yosano hadn't even known all these days existed until last year, when one of her co-workers kindly informed her of his experience with this whole Valentine's Week situation.
It had been a whole affair last year. During Valentine's Day, that is. Not only had an ability user gone rampant in Yokohama, but their ability also happened to be a type that specifically affected ability users and civilians alike, and made them break off their relationships?!
Seriously, whoever issued out these abilities, could they really not think up a better ability for such a person? They'd have to be really desperately single if they were so bitter about couples enjoying a holiday especially meant for them. Other than that, the Agency members had also discovered that one of their own was actually married?!
Such a fact only came to light after the two people in question were bound together by pink strings, a result of that ridiculous ability, that somehow triggered every other Valentine's Day, or the occasional Christmas, considering that was a lovers' holiday too, for most purposes.
But either way, it has already been a year since then. And none of her co-workers really had partners, or were the type to go on dates with random people for a stupid little holiday. Hence, Yosano turned to the only one of them who did have a certified significant other.
She whirled her chair around, announcing to the office, "Hey, guys. It's Valentine's Day today."
True to nature, Kunikida sighed through gritted teeth, "Believe me, I know. Getting on the train was a pain today."
Ranpo lazily yawned at him, "Don't you live in the Agency dorms? Why do you need to take a train?"
Kunikida coughed, "I was visiting Katai. He's usually more depressed around this time of the year. God forbid I don't show up and he decided that it would be a good idea to take his futon on a date."
Atsushi sighed in mild exasperation, "Maybe stop picking on Katai-san already."
Yosano just laughed at that before turning to a specific genius, "Oi, Dazai. So? Do you have plans for today?"
The detective looked up from the paper airplane that he was constructing with his own two hands, "Hm? Unfortunately, no."
Naomi looked at him in surprise, "Really? That's surprising. You're going to spend Valentine's Day alone, Dazai-san?"
Dazai groaned dramatically, "Alas, as is my fate this year! Despite asking a few beauties if they would like to commit a double suicide with me, and getting them proposal chocolates, nothing ended up working out! They all said they had to work on the day of the occasion!"
Ranpo pointed out, "Technically, if you ask out waitresses, isn't that what's going to happen? All cafes and such are incredibly busy on Valentine's."
Dazai hummed thoughtfully, "I suppose that makes sense. Ah, I should have thought of this before!"
At her seat, Yosano sighed in annoyance, "Not that, idiot. I was obviously asking if you have plans with Nakahara. You know, your husband? Besides, why are you going around asking people for double suicide still! Your gorgeous husband deserves better, honestly."
Dazai complained, "Don't even get me started on that chibi! He's been away on a mission all week. North Korea, or somewhere in Harajuku, I think."
Atsushi mumbled, "Aren't those too different..."
Naturally, he got ignored by his mentor, "He's been so busy; we haven't even spoken once all week! Of course, that brute didn't even wish me on any of the Valentines' Week days. After he was so wonderful about it last year and everything. Ah, the heartbreak!"
Kunikida spoke pointedly, "Isn't that just normal? Being busy with one's job? Maybe you should take a page from Nakahara-san's book."
Dazai look scandalized at that, "Ehh, that's impossible! Ne Yosano-san, do you think he just doesn't love me anymore? Ah, the misery!"
And now, clearly this was the point where Yosano started regretting ever bringing up this whole topic. But really, she had just been curious about her friend's plans for one mere day. Was it supposed to spiral into a therapy session as such?!
She rolled her eyes in response, "Don't be ridiculous. We're talking about Nakahara here. He's dealt with you for like seven years, he isn't going to change his mind that easily."
Till now, everybody had either been engrossed in their own work, or busy listening on in this conversation going on in the office. None of them had noticed a new person who'd just shown up amongst their midst. So naturally, they all startled when they heard an all too familiar voice from the main door.
"I'm pleasantly surprised. It seems Yosano-san understands my feelings better than this shitty bastard."
All heads whipped around immediately, eyes landing on a familiar mafia executive standing at their door. His hat placed upon his head ever so perfectly, his coat flowing behind him gracefully, one hand supporting the coat on his shoulders, the infamous gravity manipulator stood their with a smirk on his face.
Behind him, there was... A tower of packages and gift bags? No really, there were like eight to ten gift bags towering in a pile behind him, encased in a tell-tale red glow of his gravity manipulation. Stepping into the office, he twirled his free hand around, carefully placing all the bags on top of Dazai's desk.
That was the only desk empty after all. The others actually had pending paperwork on their. For obvious reasons, that being that they actually did the job they were being paid to do. Unlike a certain someone. Cough.
Yosano raised her hand to wave at her friend's spouse, "Nakahara~! Welcome back from wherever. How was the mission trip?"
Chuuya groaned as he propped himself upon the armrest of Dazai's chair, "It was Tanzania. And it was annoying as fuck. The subordinate organization I went to manage; all of their members were just so incompetent! Seriously, I wonder what the higher ups were thinking recruiting them. If they were only a little pickier, I'd have an easier time doing my job, you know?"
Yosano asked curiously, "Oh? So does the Mafia have a selective recruitment process?"
The executive replied thoughtfully, "Hm, I guess? I personally don't think I've ever recruited anyone to the Mafia myself. When Ane-san got Kyouka, it was her way of taking the kid in. As for Black Lizard and other corps, they applied to join themselves. Akutagawa got brought in by shitty Dazai here."
Kunikida muttered from his desk, "Should we really be allowed access to information like this?"
Yosano brushed off his concerns all too easily before asking yet another question, "In that case, what about you, Nakahara? You weren't always with the Port Mafia, right? How did you get recruited?"
Chuuya sighed to himself at the reminder, before flicking his thumb to point at his partner, "This bastard cooked up a whole scheme to get me from the Sheep."
Dazai finally spoke up since his rival's arrival, "You make it sound like I forced your hand."
"Did you not?"
"Perhaps vaguely, but I have no recollection of doing such a thing."
"Liar. You worked with me on one joint mission and decided you wanted me around for life."
A scoff, "One mission? I knew that when you first kicked me into the wall."
Chuuya muttered, "Worst decision I've ever made, I tell you. Should've left the mafia brat alone that day."
Dazai leaned forward to rest his head against the other's lap, "So mean and for what. And on Valentine's Day too!"
The gravity manipulator laughed aloud, before bending down to press a kiss to familiar brown hair, "I'm joking."
A huff from the other, "I'm sure. Also, you didn't tell me when you were coming back."
Chuuya explained patiently, "Sorry, it wasn't really certain when I'd be able to come back. Those people there were so ridiculous, you will not believe it."
Dazai hummed fondly, "Tell me about it later?"
His partner's eyes twinkled as he nodded softly, "Sure."
Unfortunately, they were forced out of their own world by an implying cough from the agency doctor, "Ahem. I see, then. Nakahara was recruited by Dazai."
Ranpo interjected before she could continue, "Oi, Mr. Fancy Hat. What's in those packages?"
Chuuya was suddenly reminded of his luggage at that, "Oh right! I got you single motherfuckers presents for Valentine's Day."
With a passive aggressive declaration like that, he got started on using his ability to make the gift bags fly one at a time, delivering them to the correct recipient. First, a cute pink bag got flown over to Kyouka's desk.
Upon unwrapping the present, the former mafioso discovered that she was being given a stuffed bunny plush. She looked up carefully, "Thank you, Chuuya-san."
The executive just waved his hands around, "Don't worry about it! Besides, Ane-san sends her regards."
While the child processed that, the next present floated over; and to Atsushi this time. For him, the mafioso had gotten a normal set of chocolates and other snacks. Ranpo got something similar, considering that his fondness for snacks was rather well known. On the other hand, Kenji got a set of boxed meals, while the Tanizaki siblings were rather reluctantly gifted with fully-paid bookings to a popular dating restaurant.
Chuuya had even kept the part-timer in mind, and Haruno got normal boxed chocolates as well, along with cat supplies, for some reason. The President wasn't in, but Chuuya left a mysterious boxed present at the door of his office.
Lastly, he personally handed the gift for Yosano to her. The doctor joked as the lifted the confetti out of the gift bag, "This might just be the only time I ever get anything on Valentine's Day, of all days."
Chuuya snorted, "That's just sad, man. But you drown it all in this wine."
Yosano fawned over the bottle of Merlot she now carefully held in her hands, "Oh, a ten year old! Fancy~ Thanks, Nakahara."
Chuuya brushed it off immediately, "I figured you'd like it."
Unfortunately, such a wholesome exchange was unfortunately interrupted by his shitty partner, "Ne Chuuya, did you get me something? You know, since..."
The mafioso cut him off immediately, "Oh shut up, will you."
That was all that was said as Chuuya carried the last of his wrapped packages over to Kunikida's desk, leaving a widened-eye Dazai in his trail. He deposited the package on the idealist's desk, "Peace offering for you, Kunikida-kun. And compensation for having to deal with Dazai's antics."
Kunikida couldn't help but laugh at that, as he went ahead to open the present; his jaw dropping as soon as he got his hands on its contents, "You can't be serious. It's another notebook! From the maker of my original one?!"
Chuuya grinned, "I happen to know him. No big deal. That said, I'll be taking the bastard off your hands for the rest of the day. Hope this is enough of an apology."
Kunikida spoke solemnly, "No, please. Take him away, I insist."
Yosano laughed, joining in, "Seriously, he's been insufferable all week. But now I'm guessing it's because you haven't been around all week."
Dazai whined from his desk, "Why are all of you just collectively bullying me! Isn't that unnecessary!"
Chuuya couldn't help but chuckle as he finally made his way to the now cleared desk, "They do it out of affection."
Yosano and Ranpo yelled out immediately, "Disagreed!"
Chuuya burst out laughing immediately, "Pfft. Anyway, let's get going already, shitty Dazai."
Dazai absolutely did follow him out of the office, whining the entire way out. Once they were out of earshot, making their way down the stairs, Chuuya stopped dead in his tracks. Naturally, Dazai collided right into him, "Slug, don't just stop out of nowhere!"
Chuuya turned round and rolled his eyes briefly before throwing his arms around his rival, "Happy Valentines' Day to you too, bastard."
Dazai laughed fondly, his arms securing themselves around the other's waist, "Eh, did Chuuya miss me?"
An angry huff, "Obviously?! Oh fuck you, why are you so fucking stupid!"
The detective just laughed some more, "I missed Chuuya too."
Chuuya rolled his eyes again, a hint of fondness to it this time, "I'd sure hope so. Anyway, let's go home. I have a whole pile of useless bullshit waiting for you."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Like roses. And chocolates. And another random teddy bear. Don't get me wrong now; its just souvenirs from my trip."
Dazai's eyes widened on their own, "For the missed Valentines' Week days?"
Chuuya sighed, relenting, "Yeah."
Dazai's lips curled up into the softest smile, "That... Is the cutest thing I've ever seen you do."
Chuuya just laughed into his gloved hands, "Whatever you say. Shall we get going then?"
His partner stared at him wordlessly for a few seconds, before leaning down and kissing him gently; heart beating suspiciously against the other, "Yeah. Let's go."
As the mafioso followed him out of the main entrance to the Agency office building, his laughter rung out in the busy streets,
"Yeah, yeah. Love you too."