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It was an extremely long day at work. ( Dazai’s definition of ‘long day’ at least. Kunikida would say otherwise.) The brunette dragged his feet back to his apartment and immediately fell on the bed with a small groan.
The ADA didn’t have many interesting cases so all Dazai did was sit at his desk and do absolutely nothing . It would’ve been more boring if Kunikida wasn’t yelling at Dazai to do his work. Sometimes, just sometimes, the brunette was grateful that Kunikida paid so much attention to him during work. Or else, Dazai really would just not go to work for weeks . The only entertainment was Kunikida. Annoying Kunikida to be exact.
The brunette rolled around in bed, finding a comfortable position to sleep in but with all the unnecessary thoughts in his head, he couldn’t find any position comfortable, nor was he able to really fall asleep. He took out his phone and started playing a rhythm game, humming along to the song. It was a distraction. Not enough to distract him from all his thoughts, but at least enough to keep him occupied for a short while.
A light knock brought Dazai out of his own little gaming world. He turned towards the door to see the door slightly ajar with a figure standing behind it.
“Fedya?”
Dazai had forgotten that his boyfriend would be visiting him today. It was probably because it was a slow day and he just felt extremely tired for no reason. Kunikida only slightly made his day better but it wasn’t enough. Fyodor would be able to make things better. He always has. But because of Fyodor’s…job, it was hard for him to ever really visit Dazai since his co-workers would sometimes barge into his apartment and force him out of his comfortable and warm bed to go to work . (Horrible, right?)
“моя любовь, did you forget I was coming over?”
The brunette let out a groan. “Yeah. Luckily no one from the agency is visiting me today, so you’re safe.” Dazai turned back around so he was facing the window instead of his boyfriend, who had walked in and stood at the edge of his bed.
“How could you forget about your dear boyfriend visiting you?” Dazai just grunted as a response. “Did something happen at work?”
“Ugh…Just…stop talking for a moment, fedya. My head is throbbing with pain.” He didn’t really want to talk much and while he loved Fyodor’s voice and it calmed him down on some occasions, currently it wasn’t helping much. It wasn’t making it worse , but it wasn’t lessening the pain.
Dazai didn’t really expect Fyodor to listen to him and actually stop talking. But it did make the brunette happy. Even if it was a small thing.
The detective felt the bed dip from the weight of Fyodor’s body.
The russian wasn’t experienced in comforting people - especially people like Dazai - but after a few years of dating the brunette, Fyodor knew what may help him calm down a little. Dazai felt a cold hand wrap around his waist, pulling him backwards. It wasn’t very rough but it wasn’t as if Fyodor was treating the body in front of him like glass. The brunette was grateful for that fact. He didn’t want to be treated as if he was weak all the time. The russian only was extremely careful around the brunette when he was having a depressive episode, otherwise, Fyodor would be careful around the detective but not to the point where the brunette felt helpless.
A comfortable silence filled the room and before Dazai knew it, he was sound asleep. The body behind him never left as he woke up two hours later. The brunette let out a small yawn as he waited for his eyes to adjust slowly to the darkness that enveloped the room.
“Mmm…Fedya…”
Cold lips touch his neck, kissing it before it’s gone. “Yes?”
“‘m hungry…”
“Angel, you and I both know I can’t cook. I can order for us though. What do you want?”
Dazai rolls around so he’s facing his boyfriend. Dazai stares into the amethyst eyes expectantly, not wanting to answer the question but hoping Fyodor would get the hint.
“Crab, again? Alright. Give me a moment.” Fyodor slowly pulled his hand away and reached for his phone to order dinner. “Sake or beer, love?”
“...ke.” Dazai whispered, not wanting to really raise his voice any higher than a whisper. Fyodor smiled softly at his phone and nodded, tapping on his screen.
“As we wait for the food and beverages to arrive, what do you want to do, ангел?” A cold hand goes up to Dazai’s cheeks, caressing it gently.
If it were anyone else Fyodor was touching, they would’ve died in an instant. But Dazai was not like other guys (he’s a skrunkly), his ability was an anti -ability. And for some reason, that only comforted Dazai even more. Fyodor could only hug, kiss, touch him and only him.
“...Don’t know. Wanna hug you.” He murmured, scotting closer to Fyodor, burying his face in his boyfriend’s chest.
There was no response but Dazai knew that Fyodor had allowed it since the russian didn’t push the brunette away. It was a silent acknowledgment.
Dazai had always been the more clingy one in the relationship (he’s such a touch-deprived baby) and thankfully, Fyodor didn’t mind his boyfriend of five years clinging on to … relying on him. In fact, Fyodor hoped that Dazai would rely on him and him only - not letting Dazai lean on to anyone else but him.
Pretty possessive, isn’t he?
The detective didn’t mind. Although he hated relying on other people (a habit that was drilled into him back when he was under Mori’s command), he let himself go a few times, turning off the hyperactive brain of his and letting his boyfriend do all the work.
“...I love you, fedya.” Were the last words Dazai whispered before falling asleep again, listening to the heartbeat of his lover.
The brunette was already fast asleep when Fyodor replied, “I love you more, angel.”