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It’s a summer morning and they’re on a bed somewhere in France. The sun streams through the window and hits Chuuya’s face, making him wince slightly. He shifts, turning away from the rays. Dazai shifts with him, throwing a lanky arm over him and burying his face in the back of Chuuya’s neck.
“You’re like a fucking octopus,” says Chuuya.
Dazai mumbles something incoherent. Chuuya rolls his eyes, turning back around to face Dazai, whose bandages lie scattered on the floor, whose shirt is unbuttoned and rumpled, whose eyes are soft and half-lidded with sleep.
Last night, they’d been on the rooftop of the hotel they were staying at. Dazai had been standing so close to the edge, Chuuya had been sure he would fall any minute.
“Mackerel, get away from the edge,” he’d said.
Dazai had turned, his eyes gleaming. “Is chibi worried about me?”
“Hah. I just don’t feel like explaining your death to the boss.”
Dazai had stepped closer to him then. He’d placed a hand under Chuuya’s chin and tilted it up.
“I think you’re worried,” he’d said.
“You wish,” Chuuya had replied, his voice barely a whisper. Dazai had leaned in to kiss him, his mouth rough and demanding. And Chuuya had sunk his hands into those soft, brown locks and melted. And when Dazai had hooked a finger under his choker and dragged him downstairs, Chuuya had stumbled after him, drunk on something he couldn’t quite name.
Chuuya’s breath catches in his throat now as he looks at the other man. He strokes Dazai’s face, almost involuntarily. Dazai’s eyes close and he smiles.
“Do you ever think about life outside?” Asks Chuuya.
“Outside?”
“The Port Mafia.”
Dazai opens his eyes and his brows furrow slightly. “Never thought about it.”
Chuuya turns away again. “Yeah no, neither have I. Not in detail. Just... wondered.”
Dazai’s hand starts gently tugging at the end of Chuuya’s red locks. “Does chibi want to retire? Already? Buy a big house here in the French countryside and spend his remaining days in the garden? Fairytale happy ending?” he teases. Chuuya scowls and shoves his arm away.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Dazai grins, wide and sincere. “Make me.”
And when Chuuya leans in to kiss him, the sun is warm and he can almost believe this is his happy ending.