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Developing a little domestic habit with Chuuya was something that Dazai never saw coming when they got married and officially started living together.
It all started on one random Monday. Chuuya would usually leave the house first to go to work (because Dazai doesn’t bother following any rule on office hours) while Dazai is still in his pajamas.
“I’ll be going, Dazai.”
“Okay Chuuya, be careful not to get stepped on because you’re too sma-”
Chu.
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A sound.
A sensation on the left side of his face.
When Dazai’s brain managed to process what just happened, Chuuya had long disappeared from their house.
Chuuya… gave me… a kiss… on the cheek… before going… to work.
If Dazai’s memory is right, Chuuya even tiptoed to reach him. With burning cheeks, Dazai remained frozen on the spot for a few more minutes.
He unconsciously kept on touching his cheek the whole day.
The next day, his heart was racing like mad as he walked with Chuuya to the entrance, lowkey hoping that his partner would do it again.
Chuuya did.
Dazai did not freeze this time, rather he melted.
On the third day, Dazai leaned before Chuuya initiated. He got a slap instead.
“Chuuya!”
Chuuya laughs, then leans to kiss his nose instead.
The kiss became an everyday routine.
Sometimes Dazai fools around and turns his head quickly so the kiss will land on his lips instead. Chuuya pinches his cheek in return.
Sometimes Dazai would stretch his neck up to make it difficult for the little one to reach him. He can’t help but tease— seeing eager Chuuya pursing up his lips to kiss him is a sight no camera can ever capture.
Dazai falls for Chuuya even more every day. Chuuya knows how weak Dazai becomes, and as revenge for all the tease, sometimes he casually drops a “Later, darling” or any term of endearment such as “love”, “bastard”, “honey”, “jerk”, after the kiss. Dazai gets an earbleed. His favorite will always be, “Osamu”.
One time, they slept in a bad argument the night before. Dazai’s heart felt heavy thinking that he wouldn't be getting a kiss that morning. So he made sure to leave the house earlier than Chuuya. He was already at the entrance, but his feet turned around and took the steps back inside the house toward his partner. Without a word, he planted a quick kiss on Chuuya’s cheek. Then he disappeared in a flash. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to see Chuuya’s reaction which was similar to his reaction the first time Chuuya did that to him.
Chuuya went home late that night. Dazai was lying on his side of their bed, as far as possible. He heard Chuuya arrive but he didn’t move and pretended to be asleep. He felt Chuuya crawl under the covers on the other side of the bed, far from him.
After a lot of tosses and turns from the other side, Dazai felt Chuuya inch closer, closer, until he felt an arm circle around his waist, and Chuuya’s face buried on his back. Dazai didn’t speak; he just put his hand over his husband’s. A serene smile graced his lips as his senses focused on the feeling of having his lover right next to him again.
“Dazai?”
He hears Chuuya whisper against his back.
“Hmm?”
“I hate you.”
Dazai nods, and just tightens his hold on Chuuya’s hand.
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“Osamu?”
He stirred upon hearing his first name.
Chuuya pulled his face away from Dazai’s back, and that was Dazai’s cue to turn around and lie on his back. Chuuya promptly climbs up to reach his partner, and softly presses his lips on his cheek.
“Ah! Chuuya! You, you're not going to leave me right now, huh?”
“Huh? The fuck are you saying? We just made up?”
“But cheek kisses are only reserved when you're going to leave for work!”
Chuuya couldn’t help the corners of his mouth from turning up. “Hmm… So you're telling me that I'm not allowed to kiss my husband on the cheek whenever I want to?”
“Well, that's… uhm?”
“Got it, well I'd actually be taking two weeks off from work… so no cheek kisses starting tomorrow, okay?” Chuuya teases with a smirk.
“NO!!” Dazai practically screamed.
This time Chuuya started laughing.
“Tch! Don't make a face as if you've won! I'll be the one giving Chuuya the kisses then!”
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The next morning, Dazai woke up to his husband preparing breakfast. Chuuya is wearing a crab-designed apron, his orange locks tied up in a messy bun, eyebrows knitted focused on flipping fluffy pancakes in their kitchen.
When he sensed someone staring, Dazai saw how Chuuya’s expression changed as his eyes landed on him.
“Oh, finally awake? Good morning, Osamu.”
The pretty crinkles at the corners of his eyes.
The light dust of pink on his cheeks.
The wide curve on his lips.
Just love… written all over his face.
Dazai waited no longer to throw himself at his husband.
Chu.
A sound.
A sensation on the left side of Chuuya’s face.
“Hey! I’m still cooking! Why’d you kiss me on the cheek?”
“Rules are made to be broken! I’m allowed to kiss my husband whenever I want!!”
That morning, Dazai ended up not leaving for work and spent too much time giving kisses on Chuuya’s cheeks.