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A popular saying almost goes like, ‘with time everything fades into grey’ or something like that. Time heals every scar, or atleast erases the sharp ends of wounds, it removes the traces of unwanted unfortunate incidents, but time also blurs out the specific description of feeling something positive too. Average stories of two people.. meet, greet and fall in love and somehow decide to get married, have babies, when the love dies out from both of them, it just becomes a societal responsibility to stay as domestic partners and raise kids together (in many cases).
But he still remembers all of his precious memories, he will remember for the foreseeable future too. Has it been ten years already? But the autumn leaves under his feet, the fresh bandages on his own eye, the fiery mess of the most eye-catching hair colour, the memories are still tattooed in his back of the singular eye that was not wrapped in bandages, of how the pair of ocean electric blue eyes had looked back at him. He still remembers. He always will.
And he sees the same hair—a bit longer now—flashing as the person gets out of the fancy sports car which has parked itself outside of his office building.
Only now his attention goes to the room he was in, his coworkers were chatting [read: kunikida was yelling at him, Oops my bad I never noticed. Yosano was watching Ranpo who was showing Kyoka how to unwrap a lollipop in 1 second without any damages done, Atsushi and Kenji talking about vegetables, Tanizakis in their own world] after work.
“Chibi came to pick me up! I am done for the day everyone!” He announces sounding jolly and stands up to get out.
“Oi! You didn’t even do a single report today bandages!”, Kunikida condemns with his so-done voice. Dazai is not worth it for getting my blood pressure high, he tries praying to himself to control.
“Mr. Fancy Hat with his fancy car~”, Ranpo says lazily.
“Byee~” Dazai immediately leaves, skipping the steps of the stairs on his way.
“Something good happened?” Chuuya sceptically asks as he sees Dazai jumping on his steps as he proceeds to remove his long beige coat. The detective agency is boring as hell, so what happened?
“Yes, Chuuya came himself to pick me up” Dazai giving him his coat and without waiting for the other, gets into his seat and pulls out his phone and connects the bluetooth to the speaker. Working makes him so tired. He has left the car's door open so that Chuuya, like the prince charming gentle man he is, will close it for him. Chuuya huffs at that but he does close the door.
“Its not the only and first time I’m picking you up idiot” Chuuya retorts without any heat as he throws the trench coat at the back, goes back to his seat and eventually starts the car.
“Nothing happened at work, they were just already planning for christmas”
Chuuya doesn’t say a thing. He momentarily watched dazai scrolling through his phone to find a song to play and then focuses on the road. Today is special. It is their anniversary. Technically it's tomorrow.
With every anniversary hitting the 365 day mark, Chuuya feels so proud of their relationship, of his husband, lover, partner. To be honest, in every morning he feels so proud of Dazai. They first met ten years ago. Ten years is a long time, things were not the best, even they were not the best on their own and for eachother given the situations. But somehow they found eachother, and he is so proud of Dazai that he is here. Alive and together with him. Proud that his stupid partner has found the people in the agency, that he is happy. Proud that even though so much has changed [Dazai becoming wayyyy taller] things between them are always the same [like Chuuya's height, says Dazai]. Chuuya is so proud of themselves.
The anniversary celebration usually starts the day before. Like today. Chuuya goes all out the previous evening, books a very fancy place, have great fancy foods, which mostly are Dazai's favourite crabs, then they go to Chuuya’s very—again—fancy apartment and watch movies till the small arms of the clock hits the 12 together. and then its officially their anniversary. Their day. Chuuya’s ‘happy anniversary’ is the first word he hears on that day.
And since it is their day, they makes the most of it. They kiss, make out, make love and fall asleep with the residual heat of the earlier activities and affection for each other.
The natural body clock works just fine, his insomnia got so much better, he doesn't even feel tired, he knows he should get up as the sunlight escaping the curtains reaches him in eyes. But Dazai doesn't want to wake up. Chuuya, he can smell Chuuya from all over his body. The expensive shampoo of the shorter is infecting his stomach butterflies. Dazai doesn't want to get up. The red head is spooned comfortably, head resting on his arm.
From experiences and years of waking up next to him, he knows Chuuya is also awake, but the comfort of the bed and closeness is brutally needed, so no one moves. Dazai idly traces lines on Chuuya's waist and hums notes. Chuuya responses with lazily playing with Dazai's brown locks, that almost look golden in the sun.
Their anniversary morning most of the time goes like this, lazy, cozy, slow and warm in bed. Bodies tangled up with eachother.
Later they cook together, mostly Chuuya cooking and Dazai claiming to help but only ends up with recieving stern glare and threats of being banned from the kitchen.
Chuuya cooks comfort meals, Dazai bakes the anniversary cake. They decorate it with chocolate and slices of strawberries and frostings. In the evening they dance as the tv plays some slow music. They have some wines, gets tipsy, kisses.
They pass out on top of each other as the night grows older in their warm bed.
It's not out of the ordinary, it's just them and their normals.
—end—