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A sort-of hush falls over the entire agency when Dazai and Kunikida step into the room. Kunikida’s ears turn red immediately, tugging awkwardly on Dazai’s bolo tie around his neck; Dazai, on the other hand, lifts his hand out from the pocket of Kunikida’s beige slacks and waves cheekily. The Agency’s Halloween party was already well underway by the time they arrived, many of the members halfway drunk or already there. Yosano has her arm around Kenji’s neck, flushed red and with an entire bottle of wine held loosely in her had, but even she pauses to look up when they enter.
Dazai throws an arm around Kunikida’s shoulders, grinning widely, clearly soaking up the attention.
“Kunikida-san? Dazai-san?” Atsushi is the first to approach them, gaze curious. The boy is wearing an adorable pirate costume, complete with an eyepatch and inflatable plastic cutlass. “Why are you dressed as each other?”
Dazai’s grin widens further. “Kunikida-kun suggested I should dress as something that scares me.”
“And Dazai said I should dress as something silly for once.” A rare smirk alights on Kunikida’s face.
Dazai winks at Atsushi, leaning down to talk to him in a mock-whisper. “See, he does have a sense of humour.”
Kunikida cuffs him gently around the back of the head. “Idiot.” But his tone is fond, and Atsushi smiles at them.
“You look great, Dazai-san, Kunikida-san.”
They return to Kunikida’s apartment late at night after the party. Dazai enters the door first, undoing the red necktie and unbuttoning the beige vest, letting it hang loose on his shoulders. When he turns around, Kunikida was hanging his trenchcoat up on the coat rack, leaving him in Dazai’s blue pinstripe shirt and black vest.
Dazai smirks. “I’m looking forward to putting that on tomorrow.”
Kunikida glances towards him, then at the trenchcoat, and raises an eyebrow. “Enough for you to show up to work on time?”
Dazai undoes another button on his black shirt, slouching against the wall and crossing his arms, smirk still firmly in place. “A daring proposal, Kunikida-kun. How do you plan to convince me?”
“Maybe you should start by respecting the uniform first.” Kunikida eyes his half-undressed state up and down. “...You better not show up looking like that tomorrow.”
“Believe me, Kunikida-kun,” Dazai's voice is almost a purr as he pushes off the wall and steps towards Kunikida, “this is purely for your eyes only.” He hooks a finger around the bolo tie, tugging Kunikida gently forward. The blonde goes without any resistance, angling his face downwards to meet Dazai's lips in a chaste kiss; that quickly becomes anything but when Dazai releases the tie to move his hands to Kunikida's hips.
By the time they pull apart for air, their clothings are in similar states of disarray. Kunikida's lost a button on Dazai's vest, somehow. He's barely given a second to breathe before Dazai dips his head back down to Kunikida's collarbone, mouthing along it and up his neck. Kunikida exhales harshly in response, hand moving instinctively to Dazai’s hair to grip it. Dazai makes a pleased sound.
“We should swap clothes more often. I like you in this.” He murmurs against Kunikida's skin.
Kunikida snorts. “I know you do. I knew we'd end up being late for the party the second you suggested it.”
Dazai lifts his head, quirking an eyebrow at him, a sultry glint in his eye. “Well… We don't have any party to be late for now, do we?”
It wasn't a surprise to anyone - except Kunikida himself, probably - when both Kunikida and Dazai come in late for work the the next day. But what did come as a surprise -
The shiny blue of Dazai's tie is stark against the black of Kunikida's shirt. Kunikida's hand moves self-consciously to it when he feels the others staring, ears turning faintly pink.
Dazai strolls over to his seat, smiling lazily as he props his arm up on the table and rest his chin in his hand. “How rare of you to come in at the same time as me, Kunikida-kun! Does that allow me some time off later?”
Kunikida coughs awkwardly, clearing his throat. “Don't talk nonsense, Dazai. Get to work.”
Dazai smirks, expression smug as he leans back in his chair.
The red of Kunikida's tie stands out bright around Dazai's neck, clear as day for everyone to see.