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Chuuya just couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened between him and Dazai the other night. That stupid mackerel had kissed him at the end of one of their missions. That dumbass Dazai who’s wrapped in those silly bandages is playing games with him, he just knows it. That’s the only reason he would be blushing this furiously at the memory. Kissing him in public is one of the last things he’d think that boy would do. Chuuya curses and tells himself to confront Dazai about it when he sees him later... when his face is no longer a bright pink of course.
Walking up the stairs back to his flat, Chuuya can see the silhouette of the young port mafia executive leaning against his open door frame.
“Oi! Stupid Dazai, what were you thinking, breaking open my flat while I’m gone?”
“Alas, the dog is home. Care to chat inside?” the young brunette offers exasperatingly, walking into the flat without waiting for an answer.
Chuuya scoffs and follows Dazai inside, shutting the door behind him. Who does he think he is, bossing me around like his lackey. Inside, Dazai had already set himself up on the couch, lounging on the entirety of it, his feet perched up on the arm. Chuuya stands at the end of the couch, glaring down at the brunette.
“What do you want, Dazai?” Chuuya questions.
“Oh? I thought you were the one that wanted to talk to me chibi? Unless I was mistaken.” answers Dazai factfully.
Chuuya growls at the nickname, “The hell are you calling me that for dumbass. Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about the other day…” Chuuya begins but stops once he takes a look at Dazais smirking expression.
“The fucks with you?” He shouts at the bandaged boy.
“Ah, you chibi. You think I kissed you just to mess with you, don’t you ex-e-cu-tive~?” Dazai asks the ginger haired boy, who clearly has an angry blush growing across his face.
“Wh-what for then stupid Dazai!?” stammers the red head.
“Why else?” whispers Dazai, standing up and next to the short tempered mafia. “I like you, Chuuya Nakahara.”
The last of Chuuyas' breath left his lungs at those words. He looked up at the bandaged brunette, not bothering to hide his flushed face. The port mafia executive was softly smiling at the short ginger haired boy. Chuuyas cheeks flushed pink all over again simply seeing the stupid mackerel smile at him like that.
“Does chibi like me back?” Dazai asks, voice slightly quieter than its usual demeanor.
“I-i do. I like you too, stupid Dazai.” Chuuya manages to utter out of his mouth loud enough for Dazai to hear.
With this confirmation, Dazai wastes no time and cups the shorter boy's cheeks and kisses him gently. The ginger haired executive’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he leans into the brunette's touch longingly. Chuuya wraps his arms around Dazai's waist as they part from their shared kiss. He’s looking up at the messy haired boy, wondering what he was going to do with him, and yearning for something to grasp onto that made sense. Yet, this was reality and he wouldn't change it for a thing. Dazai and Chuuya hold onto each other for some time until Dazai leans back, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
“I always knew you were my loyal dog Chuuyaaa.” Dazai teases, ruffling the others' hair.
“Sure, whatever, you stupid mackerel.” grumbled Chuuya.