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It was a chaotic morning in the Port Mafia. Everyone was scampering to put up decorations—it was Christmas! Unlike anyone else, the Port Mafia took holidays very seriously. Every year, they hosted a grand banquet.
Naturally, Dazai and Chuuya would have to join, since this was Chuuya’s first year with the Mafia, and Dazai hadn’t attended the banquets in the years before. This year, Mori had explicitly instructed Dazai to show up and make a good impression alongside Chuuya.
However, Dazai wasn’t planning on going without adding a little personal twist to the evening. So, he instructed Akutagawa to put a mistletoe in the entrance. As the grand hall began to fill with guests, the air buzzed with excitement and whispers about the mysterious decoration, just waiting for someone to enter and notice the mistletoe hanging above the entrance.
The banquet erupted in whispers as two young, stunning men entered the room—it was Chuuya and Dazai! Spotting the mistletoe almost immediately, Dazai flashed an impish grin and nudged Chuuya knowingly, causing a ripple of laughter.
“Eh? Why are—” Chuuya stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up to see the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.
“No…” Chuuya said in disbelief.
“Come on, Chuuya, it’s just a little peck on the lips~” Dazai said, leaning in a bit.
Chuuya hesitated, his cheeks turning a barely perceptible shade of red. The crowd, silently awaiting the kiss, wondered if it would actually happen.
Chuuya fidgeted for a moment, side-eyeing Dazai with a mixture of annoyance and reluctance.
With a resigned sigh, he met Dazai’s mischievous gaze. “Fine…” he whispered, barely above a breath.
Dazai closed the distance, and for a brief moment, the room fell into an expectant hush.
The room watched as their lips met in a teasing, playful kiss that lasted way longer than it should have.
The crowd stared, open-mouthed, as the kiss lasted about ten seconds before Chuuya pulled back, his face flushed with a deeper shade of red.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to regain his composure. “I can’t believe you made me do that,” Chuuya mumbled, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“I didn’t make you do anything—you did that on your own~” Dazai relayed playfully.
Chuuya scowled at Dazai, trying to appear composed despite the rapid pounding of his heart. “You’re insufferable,” he grumbled, glancing away from the grinning brunette.
The crowd, still stunned by what they had witnessed, began to chatter, and the room gradually returned to the lively atmosphere that had been present before their grand entrance.
Mori, watching from a distance, gave a small approving nod before turning his attention to other matters. Clearly, Dazai’s “personal twist” had added a spark to the evening, exactly as he’d intended.
Chuuya, still embarrassed, was about to storm off when Dazai grabbed his wrist gently, stopping him.
“Chuuya,” he said softly, his usual teasing tone nowhere to be found.
For a moment, Chuuya froze, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in Dazai’s eyes.
“What?” he snapped, though his voice lacked its usual bite.
Dazai’s grin softened. “You know, you’re the only one I’d ever pull something like this with. No one else could keep up with me like you do.”
Chuuya blinked, momentarily disarmed by Dazai’s words. It was rare to hear anything genuine from him. Before he could respond, Dazai leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Merry Christmas, Chuuya.”
Then, as quickly as the moment of sincerity had arrived, it was gone. Dazai released Chuuya’s wrist and stepped away with a cheeky smile, disappearing into the crowd before Chuuya could even react.
Chuuya stood there, flustered and stunned. His lips twitched into a small, almost reluctant smile. “That damn idiot,” he muttered to himself. But as he glanced up at the sparkling decorations and the lively atmosphere of the banquet, he couldn’t deny that—just for a moment—it didn’t feel all that bad.
And, deep down, he knew that maybe he didn’t mind Dazai’s antics quite as much as he pretended to.
The night continued, filled with laughter and celebration, but Chuuya found himself thinking back to the mistletoe and that brief kiss more than he would ever admit.
It was a Christmas he’d never forget.
The next morning, the rumor mill within the Port Mafia was in full swing. The sight of Dazai and Chuuya under the mistletoe was just too juicy for the guests to ignore. By the time Chuuya had left the banquet, it seemed everyone had their own version of the story.
“Did you hear? Apparently, Chuuya and Dazai are dating now,” one voice whispered as Chuuya passed by in the hall.
“Yeah, they were practically inseparable last night!” another chimed in.
“Well, they do argue like a couple…” someone else added.
Chuuya’s eyebrow twitched in irritation as he overheard the gossip. His tolerance for the Port Mafia’s nonsense was already thin, but this? This was unbearable.
Storming into the office where Dazai was lounging on a couch, Chuuya flung the door open. “Oi, Dazai!” he snapped, glaring at him. “What the hell did you start?”
Dazai lazily opened one eye, an infuriating smirk playing on his lips. “Oh? I don’t know what you mean, Chuuya. Aren’t rumors supposed to spread on their own?”
“Rumors?!” Chuuya’s face flushed with frustration. “People think we’re dating now!”
Dazai chuckled, completely unbothered by Chuuya’s outburst. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have kissed me back so passionately then~”
Chuuya clenched his fists, his face now beet red. “You—!”
Dazai sat up, his grin widening. “Relax, Chuuya. Let them talk. It’s not like you’re bothered by the idea, right?”
Chuuya froze for a moment, caught off guard once again by Dazai’s teasing words. His mind raced, and he quickly turned on his heel, storming out of the room in a flustered huff.
Behind him, Dazai’s soft laughter followed, echoing in his ears as he muttered under his breath, “That damn idiot…”
But, as much as Chuuya hated to admit it, the rumors weren’t entirely terrible. He just hoped Dazai wouldn’t push his luck—though deep down, he knew that was wishful thinking.