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“D’you always have to pick the lock? What’d I even give you a damn key for?”
Kicking his shoes off at the door, Dazai sings, “Because you loooove me!” Like a magnet, he’s drawn to Chuuya’s side in an instant, draping himself across his lap where he’d been lounging on the couch, almost spilling the wine he was drinking. Unrepentant, he beams up at Chuuya. “How embarrassing for you!”
The roll of his eyes and the free hand instantly combing through brown hair contradict each other, as do the put upon sigh and poorly bitten back smile. “It is, isn’t it? I should get a refund.”
With a gasp more suited to a stage, Dazai exclaims, “You can’t!”
“No? Why’s that?”
“This is what you get for not reading the fine print, you know. No returns.”
“So I’m stuck with you, is that it?”
“Yup!”
Chuuya continues twirling Dazai’s hair between his fingers, and Dazai hums, content that any thoughts of sending him packing have been let go. He lets out a breath, finally able to relax. It hadn’t been a bad day, per se, but it certainly could have been better.
This is nice. The warmth of Chuuya’s hand, the rhythm of their breathing syncing, the smell of his partner’s fading cologne. He rolls onto his side, curling an arm around Chuuya’s waist.
Chuuya takes a drink. “You’re awful clingy today.” Not asking, but still an invitation.
Dazai presses his face into Chuuya’s stomach and mumbles.
Leaning against the armrest, Chuuya gives his hair a single, gentle tug. “Oi, speak up. What was that?”
He peeks up with one eye and pouts. “Paperwork!”
Chuuya snorts. “That’s it? Paperwork? You mean you had to do your job for once? Oh, woe is you. Poor thing.”
“Poor me! Exactly! Kunikida is so mean, making us stay to finish it all before we left. Even Atsushi was caught up in it.”
He lets out a thoughtful hum. “Didn’t he and Akutagawa have a date or something today? Bet Akutagawa wasn’t happy about that.”
Dazai snorts, both at Chuuya feigning some semblance of ignorance, as if he wasn’t fully aware of the occasion, and at the thought of Akutagawa being annoyed. Besides, he’s sure Atsushi will find a way to smooth it over. He has that effect on him these days.
“He’ll get over it.”
“Because he’s so damn smitten, maybe.” Chuuya pokes him in the cheek. “Was it bad?”
Dazai shrugs as much as he can while still laying on his side. “It wasn’t crazy. Just a little more involved than we’ve had in a few months.”
“Good to be kept on your toes, then,” Chuuya says before taking another sip.
“Nooooo,” he whines, flopping back over onto his back. Chuuya needs to see his despair at the mere suggestion of being busy. It was a perfectly nice day for a nap, and it was wasted! It’s tragic, and he needs Chuuya to know it.
Instead, the jerk he calls his partner stops petting his hair to smoosh his face. “C’mon, lemme up. I waited up for you to eat. I’m starving.”
Dazai whines again. He’s comfortable here, and he’s already been denied a nap once today. He crosses his arms over his chest, eyes closed in defiance.
Chuuya tries to smother a laugh with a huff. “Am I gonna have to bribe you?”
“I’m a clean detective, you know. I don’t take bribes.”
“Ha! Now that’s some bullshit if I’ve ever heard it.”
He opens one eye. “What sort of bribe are we talking about, here?”
“How’s a kiss sound?”
“Just one?”
“Two?”
“Make it three and one right away and you have a deal.”
Chuuya laughs in his face, and the smile reaches his eyes, making them sparkle. Perhaps a nap isn’t that important.