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Of all the things Dazai hated most. It was chores.
They were boring, and tedious, and not at all a good way to pass time. Alas, Mori would kill him if the house wasn’t clean by the time he got home. He just had to push through it, his room was the last one that needed to be cleaned.
Well, that was until a small pebble hit his window.
Dazai paused and looked towards his window, the curtain open to give way for a view of the rain and the house across from his own. After a moment, another pebble made a small bang on his window and Dazai sighed, going to open his window. As he had expected, it was Chuuya.
Chuuya looked up at him from the ground with a few pebbles in hand and an umbrella held up by his shoulder. He blinked when he saw Dazai open the window, but threw the next pebble anyway.
“What’s Chuuya doing here?” Dazai asked as he caught the small rock. Chuuya shrugged. “I’m bored. Come with me.” He all but demanded. Dazai narrowed his eyes. “Now why would I come with a tiny dog like you in the cold rain at night?”
Chuuya’s eye twitched at the name calling, but he stayed resilient. “Cause you don’t sleep anyway, that’s why.” He replied. Well, that held true by the fact that it was 4 in the morning.
Honestly, Dazai had no qualms about going with Chuuya, he would go just about anywhere if the other asked him, but he had appearances to uphold so of course he had to be difficult first. Besides, it was fun annoying Chuuya.
“Fine, fine. Whatever his dogginess wants.” Dazai drawled before jumping onto the railing of his balcony. Chuuya had moved to respond before seeing what Dazai was doing and yelling out, “What are you stupid!? Go through the front door!”. He dropped the rocks in his hand and stood underneath Dazai in case he slipped.
Dazai rolled his eyes fondly to himself. “You don’t trust me? A brute chibi like you would catch me anyway.” He teased, slowly making his way down the side of his house. He could just about feel Chuuya’s worried gaze as he continued on, and just that made Dazai want to mess with him.
Without warning, Dazai slowly leaned back and let go of the railing, letting himself fall and listening to Chuuya’s panicked shout. It felt as though he fell for only a second before he was caught in familiar and strong arms.
He looked up and saw Chuuya’s simultaneously shocked and relieved face and grinned. “See? Chibis always catch falling princes.” Dazai said. Chuuya grit his teeth and set Dazai onto his feet so that he could adjust the umbrella. “Right, more like flying fish.” He snarked, but still held the umbrella over them both
The two started walking, going nowhere specific and simply walking just to walk in the drizzling rain. After some time, Dazai turned his gaze to Chuuya and asked, “Why did you want to come out here?”. Chuuya shrugged and Dazai huffed but didn’t say anything.
He didn’t really feel like talking too much at the moment and it seemed that neither did Chuuya, so they just walked down the deserted road, in the cool rain that made them shiver with each wave of wind. Dazai didn’t like the cold, but it wasn’t unbearable; on the other hand, he knew that Chuuya adored the cold and especially liked days when the wind was strong and unrelenting. He said something about liking the pressure, that it was like a strong and cool embrace.
In Dazai’s opinion, Chuuya was just weird. But he also wasn’t the most normal so he couldn’t judge.
Besides, they were like two peas in a pod that way. Similar but not quite. Connected nonetheless.
At some point, they made their way all the way to the beach, looking out from the sidewalk at the soggy sand and the disturbed water. The beach was vast, and the ocean was even more so. The only sound that accompanied them was the occasional singing bird, the rustling of trees and the howl of the wind. It was peaceful like this.
Dazai looked to Chuuya and then looked behind them where the moon was slowly sinking into the distance. He could tell by the light coming from behind him that the sun was rising up from the ocean’s depths and he couldn’t help but think about how peculiar it was.
“It is only now that you’ll see the sun and moon like this, ne Chuuya?” Dazai spoke quietly, almost not beyond a whisper, but Chuuya still heard him anyway. With a hum he agreed, “Yeah, it’s weird isn’t it.” He said.
“I think it’s quite nice. The sky looks lovely tonight.” Dazai sighed in awe. He relaxed even further when a hand took hold of his own, it was warm against the cool air and his own skin. It was firm and familiar and so lovely.
Dazai turned back to look at Chuuya once again, and he found himself enraptured by his beauty. His cheeks were full and flushed pink, his eyes were big in that droopy way they always seemed to look and the soft smile on his face just took Dazai’s breath away. In return, Chuuya seemed to think the same as his eyes raked over Dazai’s face as if to take in all of him.
He smiled and he laughed as he leaned back against the railing, bringing up a hand to take Dazai’s cheek into his hand, bringing him down to place a kiss to his lips. It was sweet and lasting, beautiful in the way it seemed to convey all of Chuuya’s love and how it gave Dazai the chance to give it back without having to say a word.
Dazai placed his hands on Chuuya’s hip and his hand on his cheek, leaning into the kiss with a calm contentment. Whenever he kisses Chuuya, he swears he’s never felt so full, so happy and undesiring of anything else. It was fulfilling as much as it was surreal, sometimes he realizes all over again that he has this, and that he can have it and he feels almost as if he could cry.
Chuuya knows this, he knows that he does and somehow that didn’t weird him out. No, he only kissed Dazai deeper, giving all his love and more and Dazai could feel that happiness, that joy and love crawl a shiver up his body.
Chuuya let him go after a moment more and the smile he had on his face was one of the softest that Dazai had ever seen. “Yeah, sure. It is lovely.” He said before pulling Dazai closer, an arm around his waist and his head falling to Dazai’s shoulder. Dazai’s eyes widened when he felt the sleeve on his shoulder slowly becoming damp.
“But so are you. So much so that it brings me to tears, stupid mackerel.”
Oh.
Dazai could just feel his heart burst out of his chest at the admission. Suddenly it made sense why Chuuya never judged him for feeling as though he’d cry in moments like these. It was because Chuuya was the one who truly cried.
Dazai chuckled to himself and rested one hand on top of Chuuya’s head, petting it soothingly. “There, there, Chibi. No need to cry.” He placated. Chuuya laughed. “How do you expect me to stop when it’s your fault? Get off me if you want me to stop.” In response to that, Dazai fully wrapped his other arm around Chuuya’s hip, holding on tightly.
“Hm, maybe not then. Why would Chibi even cry in the first place?” He wondered absently, placing a kiss to the crown of warmly colored hair. Chuuya shook his head, “I already said it. Don’t make me say it again.” Dazai only hummed.
“Why don’t you say it a different way, then?”
“.... I love you.”
A laugh, a tightening of embrace, and a whisper in return.
“I love you too.”