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Valentine's day. He's working on fucking valentine's day. Okay he does have to admit that the holiday is far too insignificant to require a free day, but...
He was excited okay?! It was his first valentine with Dazai since the brunette left the mafia. He wants- no, needs this day to be perfect. He doesn't want Dazai leaving again, he can't have yet another valentine celebrated not with his sweetheart but rather his wine collection.
Shaking off the nervous thoughts Chuuya scribbles his name on the last paper left laying in front of him. He opens his phone to once again check the things he prepared for the night with his boyfriend.
DECORATIONS
ROSES
FOOD
VANILLA
ICECREAM
CAKE
CHAMPAGNE
DAZ
AI'S
FAVORITE
WHISKEY
CRAB
LINGUE
(
HOLD
THE CHILLI)
CHEESE PLATE
GIFTS
HIGHEST QUALITY BANDAGES
HANDWRITTEN POEM JUST FOR HIM
KNIFE HANDCRAFTED BY PROFESSIONAL
JASMINE IN VASE
BONE-CARVED PUZZLE
WEIGHTED BLANKET
FIDGET RING
"Echm...Chuuya-san" a very rude voice sounds from above him. He looks up to see one of the secretaries. "You can take the papers" He tells her. She gives him an ugly look. "Maybe look them over first before you mess them up like these." She slams even more documents on the executives desk. Like sho could just treat him like this.
Who the hell does this bitch think she is?! He doesn't even realize the red glow of his ability is surronding him. Standing up, he looks at her with the most dangerous look. The women is really tall, which just pisses him off more. "Who the actual fuck do you think you're speaking to?!" He growls. "Some idiot who shouldn't be an executive when he can't even do paperwork" Mistake on her part. A big one, and her last. He sees red, too angry to hear her pained scream as gravity slowly crushes her.
Only after he feels her lithe body give up under his ability does he let go. She's dead, obviously, and Chuuya's left staring in horror. He just killed one of their own... and for what reason? For rightfully calling him out? He fucked up and punished another person for it. He felt so panicked that it made him...numb. Well at least he wasn't doing anything irrational, not anymore at least. Shakily he pushed the button on his desk, speaking up. "I need a clean up i my office. And I mean the clean up. His answer was silence so he sat down, trying to calm down without drinking. You can't drink, you ahve dinner with Dazai, you want a pretty dinner don't drink.
The clean up shows up quickly, or maybe Chuuya just wasn't acknwówledging the time before they did. The ydon't spar ehim a single look, but deliver a message. "Boss wants to see you."
MORI?! Did I fuck up that much? He swiftly deems those thoughts useless as he heads toward's the doctor's office. He glances at his phone from time to time, it's 5 hours till he can go home. He just wants to see his love, his Dazai.
Chuuya is standing before the office sooner than he wanted. "Come in Chuuya-kun" Sounds from inside before he can even knock. He does as he's told, bowing deeply before Mori. "Boss-"
"Why did you kill one of my people Chuuya?"
"I-, it was an accident"
"Ohh so she was accidentally crushed by gravity? Losing control over your ability isn't an accident Chuuya, it's failiure, your failiure."
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry- You're a failiure, you're a waste -don't cry please. He swallows down his tears. He can break down later, not here.
"Were you even listening to what I just said Chuuya-kun?"
"Y-yes boss"
"What was it?"
"It's my failiure." Mori's look makes it clear that he fucked up again.
"You're not like Dazai Chuuya, you will not be playing with mafia's personel. They're expensive. Now go, I expected better of you."
And so he leaves. Expected, not expect. He's not being trusted anymore, won't be again. Closing and locking the door to his office, Chuuya sits against a wall, taking out his phone and opening Tachihara's contact. He presses the button to leave a voice message before letting himself sob freely, explaining the situation to his friend, breaking down completely. He gasps for breath in between. When he sends the message he feels a bit better. The other ginger is on a mission until evening but at least Chuuya got it out out of his system. Never the less, he spends the rset of his day disassociated.
The ride to his apartment and thought of seeing Dazai no longer bring him comfort. Instead he's stressed. He doesn't want to ruin the mood, he doesn't want Dazai to worry about his mental state when the brunette himself is on the verge of suicidal every hour of the day. He decorated his house that morning so he just puts on a nice outfit - a red button up shirt, with a plunging neckline and tight black leather pants. He keeps his gloves and choker on, but carefully puts away the hat. He weaves some of the jasmines into his hair - then he proceeds to cook the main course.
Just when he's done, the doorbell rings. He ignores it, knowing Dazai will just break in and be hapy about it.
Indeed few seconds later he feels noodle arms wrap around his waist, pressing him to the tall body of his boyfriend. "Hey love" Dazai purrs and Chuuya finally relaxes- for a little while that is, because...
"Oh, you had a tough day? What happened?" Screw him, screw Dazai for knowing him so well. "Sit down, the dinner will get cold-" He tries to protest. "No. Tell. Me. What. Happened." Chuuya really doesn't like the comanding tone Dazai's using. "NO! Leave me alone. I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT WORK! Just, I need space...." Opps.. He didn't mean most of it. He would love to tell Dazai, he wanted his boyfriend to reassure him more than anything, but he refuses to bother him with it. Especially on this special day. Except he alredy fucked it up, he snapped at Dazai and now the other was angry too...
"YOU NEED SPACE?! YOU SEND TACHIHARA A HOUR LONG TEXT AND TELL ME, YOUR BOYFRIEND, THAT YOU NEED SPACE?! FINE, HAVE YOUR SPACE!" With that Dazai storms to Chuuya's bathroom, locking himself in.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! Yet again, Chuuya finds himself against a wall, scrooling through his contacts. This time though, he presses the call button and waits for Akutagawa's voice to sound from the other line. He hated to be breaking down in front of his other friend like this, it felt irresponsible, especially since he saw Akutagawa as his sibling. But not only was Tachihara not able to reply right away, he also honestly sucked at giving fucnctional advice.
"Chuuya-san?"
"A-Aku" The older vcan't help but sob out, making the other slightly alarmed. "What's wrong? What's your location?"
"I-I'm hoome... He, He's locked himself in, Dazai locked himself in the bathroom. I-I was upset and told him I needed space, and h-he locked himself in"
"Chuuya breathe." Oh- I'm hyperventilating. After a while of Chuuya controlling his breathing the emo mafioso speaks again "Now go stop your boyfriend from killing himself." Akutagawa's worry for Dazai is clear, yet he is willing to put it on hold, for his current mentor's sake.
"I-I can't, can't like this..."
"Like what?" Akutagawa is genuinely confused. "I'm a me-mess. I'm weak..." The poor guy on the other line sighs at the revelation.
"Chuuya, listen. You are weak ion emotions yes. But you don't need to be strong in them. You're the strongest person in mafia, It's okay to act weak outside of work, especially wíth the person you love, and who loves you. Now go save your boyfriend." With that, Akutagawa hangs up.
Now this certainly doesn't seem to be enough to comfort Chuuya, and to be honest it didn't. But that wasn't Akutagawa's job. It kickstarted Chuuya into acting and that was the whole purpose.Chuuya knocks on the bathroom door. "Daz? Mackerel can we talk? Please? I'm sorry, and I want to explain myself, but I need you to let me...Can you open up for me darling?" The lock clicks and door opens, revealing Dazai, dripping bloods on his floor, it wasn't much though. "Oh sweetheart..." He gently takes Dazai's arms into his hands. "Can you keep them up for me? I'll go get you your gift, seems like it'll be usefull." He waits for Dazai to nod before taking the bandages he bought out of the medical cabinet. Walking back to his boyfriend, he waits for another nod before wrapping Dazai's hands up, talking in the process. "I'm sorry I did this. And I'm sorry I pushed you away, I just, I felt pathetic and weak, bothering you with my tiny priblems-"
"What?"
"At work. It was a stressful day and, Mori called me out and some other people did, and I killed a girl but... I guess I just, feel the need to be strong for you. To take off your pain, not add you mine."
Dazai frowns. "You're stupid. Gods Chuuya why are you so stupid? You want to make me happy? Then let me help you for once. You alway take care of me, but never let me do the same. I want you to lean on me, to share your pain. It makes me feel needed. I don't want you strong Chuuya, I want you truthful. About everything." He looks at his small boyfriend. "Chibi- Chuu you're crying-" Chuuya smiles throught the tears "It's good tears. Relieved tears." Dazai smiles and nods.
"I like these." He points on the now tied bandages. "They're soft right?!" Chuuya smiles proudly. He has a tendency for treating Dazai like a child, but now he was the one filled with innocent pride of a kid getting praised. "Yeah. I'll heat the dinner?"
"In microwave, right?" Chuuya confirms, as that seems tzo be the only device in kitchen that Dazai could safely operate. He gets a kiss on the cheek in response. " Yeah, don't worry. Go sit down love? And we can exchange presents." Dazai watches as hos chibi nods and follows his instructions for once. These wounds, of both of them run deep. He knows just this won't fix anything, but talking is the first point. And this relationship is something he doesn't plan on giving up.
They wait with the present exchange after the dinner. Chuuya goes firts, he insisted, and shoves at least five differnt gifts into Dzaia's hands. And since Dazai only has one gift for Chuuya, for every gift except one he gives him a kiss. Then it comes the time for his gift. And he couldn't be more excited as he gives Chuuya a black velvety box. He thoroughfully enjoys Chuuya's cute look of confusion and the one of utter shock when he does open it.
Inside is a brand new choker, that has in cursive lettering written BELOVED. The letters are made of little gems, shining blue, but never as blue as Chuuya's eyes.
Speaking of Chuuya, his breath is taken away "Daz... this is-" Oh, Oh I'm crying again...
Recognizing tears of happiness, Dazai hugs his darling, stroking his hair with a smile. "Chuuya is crying a lot today- maybe he needs bedtime already." He teases. Chuuya gives hima light punch, but doesn't protest when he's lifted and carried to bed. Dazai lies next to him almost right away, covering them both with his new weighted blanket and kissing Chuuya's hair. He might have been right after all, since it doesn't take long for him to be out.
Besides the bed, Chuuya's phone beeps and Dazai carefully unlocks it.
Tachihara
Hey man, that fucking sucks. I'm sorry I couln't talk earlier- are you better? Should I bring you something?
Chuckling, Dazai sneds the redhead a photo of Chuuya sleeping - only a bad quality one tho - and a text message.
Chuuya
Photo
Tell Mori he's taking tomorrow off, and if he doesn't like it I have lots of blackmail.
Putting the phone away, he trealizes that both him and Chuuya are still in normal clothes, so he swiftly changes both of them into pjs and finally falls into blissful sleep, his head nuzzled into his partners soft hair.