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"Fuck we're getting old..." Chuuya laughs as he runs a hand through his hair. There's visible strands of gray that stick out, contrasting the vibrance and colour to the rest of his hair.
Dazai gets up off the couch, walking towards his partner. He leans his mouth onto Chuuya's neck, kissing lightly near his collarbone. "I'll always love my chibi, even when he's old and disgusting!"
Chuuya knows he doesn't mean that. Everyone and the universe has seen the way Osamu looks at him when Chuuya is doing just about anything. He could never find him disgusting, even if he tried. The physical changes in their bodies are enough to remind them both that they made it this far. Through the mafia and enemies like Fyodor, they were still here.
"Yeah? What about your gray hairs?" Chuuya barked playfully, reaching his hand up to Dazai's hair. Always soft of course, and to Chuuya's dismay, there was only one gray hair to be found. Dazai laughed when he retreated, and it was a sound that Chuuya never grew bored of. Back then, his laughs were hardly ever genuine. Faked and unnatural. This one? It sent shivers down Chuuya's spine in the best way. Dazai was happy. And he was to blame.