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Chuuya put in his personal time off request as soon as Fyodor and his little group of terrorists were dealt with.
Contrary to what he expected, Mori didn’t object or ask for help to clean up the mess of the aftermath before he left. Chuuya would think that his boss recognized his efforts to solve the whole end of the world thing, but it’s more than likely that he received some threats from a former executive instead.
Speaking of, Dazai requested time off too; though saying that he ‘requested’ it is too big of a word for what he actually did, which was to text Kunikida that he’d be back in a year and to push all of his unfinished reports onto Atsushi.
At least the poor guy won’t think Dazai is dead in a ditch somewhere when he doesn’t show up or give any life signals for the next twelve months; maybe more.
Not the most traditional PTO, but then again, they don’t have the most traditional jobs, and this isn’t the most traditional time off.
‘Paternity leave’ would be more accurate, though not a lot of people know it.
“Ane-san and Hirotsu will cover up for me, so Boss gave me the clear,” Chuuya said, once both of them were in his apartment after their first day back to normal. “How did it go for you?”
Dazai, the obnoxious prick, pretended to be bummed about it. Chuuya felt tears prickle in his eyes at the thought that he wouldn’t get to share his pregnancy with his partner.
Then, said partner grinned. “The President sends his congratulations and asks for pictures once the baby is born.”
Chuuya tackled Dazai in a hug that was tight enough to bruise.
And then they were here, in a cottage on the outskirts of France that Kouyou helped them find as soon as she heard the news.
Chuuya still can’t wrap his head around the fact that this is his life for the next year. All he’s known since he escaped from the lab has been blood, violence, betrayals; how did he end up spending his days reading and watching shitty french shows?
Well, it doesn’t matter. He won’t question how he got this second chance to be happy; he’ll just enjoy it.
And enjoy it he does when he wakes up to the chirping of birds just outside his window and arms wrapped around his middle, cupping his belly like a treasure.
He can tell, solely from Dazai’s breathing pattern, that he’s already awake. Chances are that he’s been awake for a while; his partner likes staying in bed and watching him sleep sometimes, like the freak he is. Chuuya won’t ever admit out loud that he finds it adorable.
“Morning,” he murmurs, placing one of his hands on top of Dazai’s. The fingers cupping his belly twitch like they’re trying to capture his own.
“Morning to you two as well,” Dazai replies, with a kiss to Chuuya’s hair. “No vomit today?”
Chuuya pauses to evaluate how strong the urge to throw up is. Yosano explained that the first trimester is filled with morning sickness, among other fun symptoms like fatigue, but today it feels like it will be a good day. He doesn’t feel the urge to vomit his generous dinner, at least.
“I don’t feel nauseous,” he replies, finally.
Dazai hums. Chuuya can feel his smile pressed against his hair. “What do you want for breakfast then?”
“French toast.”
“Really?” He nods. Dazai huffs, and his breath hitting Chuuya’s ear tickles. “Very creative, love.”
“Shut up,” he groans, half-assedly. So being in France makes him crave french toast. Sue him.
“Alright.” Dazai leans over his shoulder to kiss his cheek. “You stay in here while I make magic happen, I’ll come get you when I’m done.”
Chuuya would like to demand that Dazai stays in bed to cuddle for a little longer, however, he’s also hungry and craving about a dozen slices of french toast, so a very difficult decision must be made.
He lets Dazai get out of bed; not without pouting and sulking as his partner stands up and makes his way out of their bedroom.
He must’ve fallen asleep at some point. All he knows is that one second he was fantasizing about a big stack of french toast dripping with maple syrup, and the next he was being shaken awake by Dazai.
Slowly, he blinks the sleepiness away. How he’s managed to remain tired after sleeping for close to ten hours is a mystery to him.
“Breakfast’s ready~” Dazai announces, once Chuuya’s more or less awake. “Plus a little surprise.”
Maybe if Chuuya had been a little more coherent and a little less hungry he would’ve paid more attention to the last part. As it is, he can’t wait to stuff his face with food.
“Help me up,” he demands.
Dazai immediately reaches out to help him get out of bed. At nine weeks, his belly isn’t that big yet, but it’s still not easy to maneuver.
“There we go, do you need a bathroom visit?”
Chuuya nods, and Dazai happily leads him to the bathroom that’s adjacent to their room.
At first, Chuuya had been worried that his sudden, unusual neediness would end up being too much for Dazai. They’re both used to him being independent, and he didn’t know how his partner would feel about suddenly having to help him do even the simplest of tasks, especially with the knowledge that it would only get worse as his pregnancy progressed.
As it turns out, he’d been worrying for nothing. Dazai is eager to help him out in any way he can, from holding his hair as he throws up, to cooking for him, to massaging his sore chest —though that may be more self-indulgent than selfless—.
Chuuya couldn’t ask for a better man to have by his side during such an exciting yet scary time of his life.
After he exits the bathroom, they head to the dining room, hand in hand.
Chuuya freezes in the doorway when he sees the surprise Dazai had for him.
“Hello, Chuuya-sama.”
“Adam!”
He drops Dazai’s hand and runs to hug Adam —remembering just in time that throwing himself at him full force would hurt—.
Could anyone blame him? He hasn’t seen his friend since he was sixteen. Back then, Chuuya had been going through probably the worst experience of his life and losing people left and right; pretty much the complete opposite of where he is now.
Adam returns the hug, and for a moment, they silently bask in the contact.
“Chuuya-sama?” Adam starts, breaking the comfortable silence. Chuuya hums. “I don’t mean to be insensitive, but it appears as though you’re severely bloated. Would you like to hear some tricks to make it go away?”
Chuuya takes a step back and glances at Dazai over his shoulder.
To be fair, he is wearing a big shirt that he stole from Dazai’s side of the closet, so his belly can’t exactly be seen, and Adam could only feel it when they hugged, but still…
The situation is so absurd that it makes both of them cackle like teenagers, much to Adam’s confusion.
When Chuuya manages to get his laughter under control, he looks at Adam again.
“Thank you for the concern, but I’m not bloated,” he explains. He has to make a very conscious effort not to laugh again —and possibly cry— when he clarifies the reason for his larger belly: “I’m pregnant.”
Adam stares at him. For a moment, Chuuya is genuinely concerned that he just caused his android friend to short-circuit.
When he’s done resetting, Adam smiles wider than he ever has and pulls Chuuya in for another hug, though he’s careful not to squeeze him too hard.
“Oh! That’s wonderful news! Congratulations, Chuuya-sama!” He pauses, then asks: “And should I assume that Dazai-san is the father?”
Chuuya rolls his eyes. “Of course he is.” As if it could be anyone else.
Everyone in this room knows it, but Dazai is still an asshole, so he shrugs. “Only time will tell.”
“Fuck off.”
“How has your pregnancy been for you so far?” Adam asks, as he lets go of Chuuya. “I can give you many tips to help with any ailment you may be having.”
“Thanks, Adam, that would be nice,” Chuuya replies, truthfully. His encyclopedic knowledge of just about anything could come in handy. “But first, breakfast.”
Immediately, Dazai is there to guide him to take a seat at the dining table, right in front of a stack of french toast much like the one he saw in his dreams.
Adam takes a seat next to Chuuya.
“Is your pregnancy the reason why you moved here once you dealt with the singularity in Yokohama?”
“Yup,” Dazai replies, as Chuuya is too busy having the first heavenly bite of food of the day. “We had to get away before a Corruption level threat showed up and ruined it for us.”
“I see,” Adam nods. He’s one of the few people/androids that have witnessed Corruption from up close and lived to tell the tale; he understands how destructive to its user it is almost as well as Dazai and Chuuya himself do. “Does anyone in Japan know of your reasoning?”
“Kouyou, Hirotsu, Yosano, and Fukuzawa.”
“Ranpo too.”
“Of course he knows,” Chuuya huffs. That damn detective is always a pain in the ass. His only consolation is knowing that, as nosy as Ranpo is, he isn’t keen on sharing his discoveries.
“I’ll be sure to keep this a secret, then.”
“Thank you,” Chuuya sighs, relieved. Then, another question pops up in his head. “Wait, how did you know we were here?”
Have they been recognized by the few neighbors around? Maybe Dazai was seen by an old ally or enemy on his last trip to the nearest store. Oh, what if that asshole Ranpo told someone he shouldn’t about the real reason for their time off? What if-?
“Dazai-san contacted me, of course,” Adam explains. Chuuya deflates on his seat. “He said that the two of you would remain in France for the time being and seeing a familiar face would be nice.”
Chuuya glares at Dazai, who only smiles at him like it’s no big deal.
“Why didn’t you tell me, asshole?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Adam frown in confusion. Dazai explains: “Chuuya has been sad because he misses Japan.”
When he puts it like that it sounds silly. It hasn’t been that long, has it?
“It’s the hormones,” he excuses.
“I bet they are.”
Chuuya kicks Dazai’s leg under the chair as strongly as he can with his belly limiting his movement.
Adam clears his throat to get their attention. “Well, I’m more than willing to assist in any way I can, and that includes making Chuuya-sama feel less sad.”
Warmth fills Chuuya’s chest, and he blinks quickly to get rid of the tears clouding his vision. Dazai is nice enough not to call him out on it this time.
“Thank you, Adam.”
After the twentieth week, Chuuya can feel his baby kick regularly.
It’s bizarre, and exciting, and sometimes it hurts a little, but the good outweighs the bad. Plus, Dazai got so happy he cried like a baby in Chuuya’s arms the first time he felt it too, so he thinks he can endure a little pain now and then.
Sometimes he wishes he could share little milestones like these with Kouyou or Hirotsu, but they can’t be visiting France too often lest they raise suspicions about Chuuya’s whereabouts, so they won’t be visiting until after the baby is born.
That’s okay. Chuuya can wait.
Besides, there’s another important person in his life that can actually be around and share this moment with him.
It happens again when Chuuya is sitting on the couch watching a movie while Adam helps Dazai get dinner ready. His baby moves, and soon enough, the kicking begins.
“Adam!”
His friend rushes to his side, though it’s evident that he’s doing his best not to seem too alarmed. “Are you alright, Chuuya-sama?”
“Give me your hand,” he demands. While evidently confused, Adam lets him take his hand and lead it to his belly, where the baby is still active, like they’re putting up a special show. “Do you feel that?” he asks, but he gets no response. When he looks at his friend, he realizes he’s frozen in place. “Adam?”
The android shakes his head and offers him a comforting yet awkward smile. “My apologies, Chuuya-sama, I can’t seem to find the words to describe this. Human nature is even more amazing than I imagined.”
‘Human nature’. Never did Chuuya imagine that his body would be able to do anything other than turning into a mindless monster that destroys everything around it, but against all odds, here he is, creating a new life in his belly.
Tears prickle in his eyes, and he looks at the TV like he gives a shit about the movie.
“Yeah…”
“How do you make an android emotional?” Dazai whines, while Adam looks like he would be crying if he could. “You’re something else, slug.”
“Shut up, it wasn’t intentional,” Chuuya replies, once he’s swallowed down the lump that formed in his throat. “And it was all her doing.”
Dazai startles, then his face melts into something softer.
He sits down next to Chuuya and kisses the tip of his nose. “A girl, uh?”
“According to my research,” Adam starts, always ready to share fun facts, “it’s easy to identify if someone will have a girl or a boy based on simple evidence, such as-“
“Don’t spoil the surprise!”
Chuuya rolls his eyes. He turns to Adam. “This idiot thinks they will be a boy.”
“Oh,” Adam gasps. By his expression, it’s clear that he’s not betting on that result either, but at least he doesn’t say it out loud. “I suppose we’ll see.”
They can let Dazai keep dreaming until the baby gets here; at the end of the day, all that matters is that they get to hold their kid in their arms.
And that Chuuya wins an unofficial bet, of course.
Nearing forty weeks, Dazai contacts Yosano and asks for her to come to France as soon as possible.
Not only is she one of the very few people who know of Chuuya’s pregnancy, but she’s also the only doctor he fully trusts. She was, after all, the one who did the blood test to confirm that he was pregnant and the dozens of pregnancy tests he tried at home weren’t giving him false hopes.
She shows up at their doorstep not even twelve hours after Dazai called her. Chuuya doesn’t question it.
“My, you’re huge now,” is the first thing she says when she sees him. He doesn’t take it to heart; he’s huge, he knows. His back pain can attest to it.
“I think Chuuya looks beautiful,” Dazai comments, like he’s trying to win an argument against Yosano.
She’s an expert at dealing with him, however, so she ignores him in favor of focusing on Chuuya.
“Let’s get down to business, any contractions?”
“None so far.”
“Mhm. We’ll circle back to that,” she says. Not ominous at all. “Back pain?”
“Not more than normal.”
“Discharge?”
“Uh, yeah.”
Yosank hums as she thinks about his answers and observes his belly like it holds all the answers. Actually, it just might.
“You’ll go into labor in a day or two, so brace yourself,” she concludes.
The words hit Chuuya like a punch to the gut, but he tries to play it cool.
“…Okay.”
As expected, he doesn’t fool anyone, especially not Dazai.
His partner wraps his arms around him and leaves a bunch of loud, slobbery, sweet kisses on his hair while he rubs gentle circles on his back and his sides.
“It will be fine, slug.”
Chuuya doesn’t trust himself on most days, but he will always trust Dazai.
He nods and melts into the hug.
Chuuya’s water breaks in the morning, while he was enjoying a granola bar as he waited for his breakfast sandwich to be ready.
Dazai helps him get changed into a hospital gown that Yosano brought for him while Adam mops the floor and the doctor gets everything ready for delivery.
His heart is beating so loud against his chest that he worries it’s trying to escape, but he ignores it as he makes his way back to the living room, where Yosano waits for him.
“I told you so.”
Chuuya grimaces. “That’s not helpful.”
“How are the contractions?”
“Not too ba-”
Sharp pain all around his abdomen makes his breath catch in his throat before a groan escapes him. Dazai is there in an instant, but Chuuya couldn’t focus on him if he tried.
It’s a bizarre time of pain, like he’s being punched from the outside and the inside at the same time and his body can’t decide if it wants to suck itself in or expand until it blows up.
Chuuya doesn’t understand it, and he doesn’t care to. He just wants it, needs it, to end.
Yosano turns to Adam. “Time the contraction and the time between each of them.”
“Of course,” Adam easily agrees, always ready to help. He’s been a heaven sent this whole time, and it seems like today will be no exception. “It will be alright, Chuuya-sama. If you’re interested, I have done my research and compiled a list of the most efficient ways you can deal with contractions and how to relax before the final stage of labor.”
Chuuya gasps and turns to Adam.
“How many stages are there?!” he shrieks.
It’s not easy to ignore the glances everyone exchanges, and if he were in a little less pain and a little less terrified, he would’ve called them out on it.
Dazai’s arms wrap around him and squeeze him just tight enough to be grounding. He leaves a kiss on his cheek, and he searches for his eyes.
Given the circumstances, not even Dazai’s gentle gaze makes the tension all over his body go away or his heart beat any slower.
“Chuuya-“
“I’m not ready.”
And there it is.
Chuuya doesn’t remember his parents. He doesn’t remember how it felt to be tucked into bed at night or how his mom dealt with his tantrums if he didn’t want to eat her cooking, how is he supposed to raise a child?
What’s more, he is an actual, high ranking criminal. He can’t possibly do a good job at raising a kid. He should be the last person to ever have a child, as a matter of fact, what was he thinking? Even if Dazai picks up his slack, Chuuya’s shortcomings as a parent will cancel out all of his partner’s efforts.
Oh, he’s going to fuck this up, isn’t he?
He never should’ve gone through this pregnancy. Just because he wanted a kid doesn’t mean he should have one, he isn’t ready in the slightest. He doesn’t think he ever will be; not in this lifetime.
“You are.” Dazai says, and he sounds absolutely sure, but Chuuya isn’t. He shakes his head, which prompts his partner to cup his face to force him to look at him. “Darling, you are. You’ve been reading parenting books like a maniac, you prepared a room for her, and Adam has brought enough clothes, diapers and food for three more babies; you’re ready. We are ready.”
Chuuya has little to no faith in himself, but Dazai…
Dazai is good with kids; he’s seen it before, when he helps children at the Agency, when he treats Kyoka to crepes or teases Atsushi like he’s ready to be a dad —probably because he is—.
Dazai’s always been there to balance out Chuuya’s flaws and weaknesses. Where he is more emotional and volatile, his partner stays levelheaded and thinks of the best course of action. Where he means to punch his way through the problems, his partner is all clever words and persuasion.
Where Chuuya doubts himself, Dazai has enough faith in him for the both of them.
Dazai has never led them astray before, and he doesn’t think that he will start now.
“Okay,” Chuuya gives in. Fear is still making him feel dizzy and short of breath, but at least it’s not paralyzing him anymore. He looks at Adam. “How do I make it hurt less?”
His friend smiles, like he’d been eagerly waiting for the moment to help Chuuya. “Meditation was recommended across ninety-eight percent of the websites I consulted. Here, take a seat.”
Scorching pain makes Chuuya see white and scream so hard his throat hurts. Dazai’s brushing his sweaty hair away from his face and murmuring sweet nothings to his ear, but it sounds like gibberish.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts…
And then it doesn’t. All traces of pain fade away so quickly that Chuuya wonders if he’d been imagining it this whole time.
The loud cries that fill the room are proof that this is very much real.
Chuuya gasps and looks at Yosano, silently working between his legs.
She smiles and raises a baby —his baby— in her arms. They’re covered in blood and fluids, but they’re the most beautiful thing that Chuuya has ever seen.
“Congratulations, you two,” she says. “It’s a beautiful girl.” Chuuya thinks he can see tears glistening in her eyes, but it could be a trick of the light. “I’ll clean her up, okay?”
Adam rushes to her side to help her, and while they wait for the chance to officially meet their little girl, Chuuya glances at Dazai, who’s stuck to his side as he always has been.
“A girl…” Dazai says, with wide eyes. Shock and fascination and so much love is reflected in those eyes that Chuuya has to take a deep breath not to break out in tears immediately.
“I told you so, idiot.”
Dazai laughs, though it’s interrupted by a small sob. He leaves kisses all over Chuuya’s face, from his eyelids to his chin, before he captures his lips with his own.
“How are you feeling, Chuu?” he asks, while they’re still breathing the same air.
The truth is that Chuuya is so tired that his whole body feels like it’s being crushed by gravity, his eyelids are heavy, and he wants to eat a huge lunch and sleep for an entire day.
But more than anything, he wants to hold his baby in his arms.
Besides, the aftermath of Corruption is significantly worse than this. He can handle a little exhaustion.
“I’m good,” he says.
Yosano turns around with their girl wrapped in a fluffy blanket, a gift from Adam, and Dazai helps Chuuya sit up before he can even ask for it.
“Here you go,” she says, with a cheerfulness Chuuya didn’t know she was capable of, as she places the baby in his waiting arms. “What a gorgeous baby you made.”
With her weight in his arms, it finally dawns on Chuuya.
He has a daughter. Dazai and him made a baby, a beautiful girl with red hair, Dazai’s nose and Chuuya’s lips. He can’t wait for her to open her eyes and discover what color they are.
Chuuya hopes that she has Dazai’s eyes, as well as his intelligence, and maybe his height. Only time will tell.
Dazai wraps his arms around his waist and leans his chin on his shoulder to look at their daughter. Chuuya pretends not to notice the tears he can feel wetting his gown; he isn’t faring much better.
He never imagined that kicking a lanky kid onto a wall in Suribachi City all those years ago would lead to this.
“What will you name her, Chuuya-sama?” Adam asks, with a hushed voice, like he’s afraid to break the peaceful moment.
Chuuya smiles. Since Dazai was so sure they’d be having a boy, he said that he’d let Chuuya choose a name in the ‘unlikely’ case that they had a girl.
He ended up picking the perfect name, in his opinion: “Satoko.”
Adam’s smile grows wider.
Still draped all over him like a blanket, Dazai kisses his shoulder, a silent approval of the name he chose for their kid —only their first, with a little bit of luck—.
“Dazai Satoko, to be specific,” his asshole of a partner adds, just to be a menace, though it has a nice ring to it.
It’s not like they haven’t talked about Chuuya changing his last name too.
Adam hums. He leans down to take a better look at Satoko, and Chuuya holds his breath without meaning to. He doesn’t think that the android has it in him to he mean, but he has the tendency to be blunt, and Chuuya thinks that he may just die if Adam points out a single flaw in his daughter.
Instead, Adam smiles and says: “Welcome to the world, Dazai Satoko-sama.”
As if recognizing her name, Satoko squirms in Chuuya’s arms and presses closer to his chest, where his heart’s still beating wildly, like it’s looking for an escape route.
“Hi,” he whispers, careful not to startle her, as he caresses her chubby cheeks with the back of a finger. “It’s so nice to meet you, Satoko.” He glances at Dazai, who’s staring at him like he’s been hypnotized. “This ugly fish is your dad, and that weirdo android over there is your godfather.”
He can almost hear Adam’s system freeze and reboot at his words. Dazai hides a snicker with his face mushed between Chuuya’s shoulder blades.
“Pardon me?”
Chuuya chews on his lip. “What do you think?”
He probably should’ve asked before, but it made sense to him that Adam was chosen as Satoko’s godfather. He protected Chuuya before; there’s nothing in the world that he wouldn’t trust him with.
Adam bows, so low his head almost touches the ground. “I would be honored to be the godfather of your child, Chuuya-sama.”
Chuuya sniffles. He refuses to cry again; he’s got an IV with fluids, but he still should be careful about dehydration.
“Good.”
“What about me?” Yosano asks, with a scowl, from where she’s busy cleaning up all the tools she used.
Chuuya glances at Dazai, who gives him what was surely meant to be a nasty glare but was softened by the sheer affection shining in his eyes.
“You can be her aunt,” Dazai offers.
Yosano shrugs. “Works for me.”
Between his arms, Satoko whines, reclaiming everyone’s attention. What a diva.
That’s Dazai’s fault, for sure.
Chuuya coos at her, and she settles. He tries not to let it get to his head that he managed to calm her down so easily; the battle is only just getting started.
Dazai leans over his shoulder to take a closer look at her.
Hesitantly, he reaches out to touch her. Chuuya watches in rapt fascination as his fingertips brush over the blanket covering her, then over her barely-there hair, then over her cute little nose, until it finally finds her cheek and pokes her like she’s a squishy.
Chuuya rolls his eyes, but he thinks that he can see a hint of the first smile of Satoko’s life rise the corners of her lips.
“Hello, Satoko~” Dazai says, with the same soft voice he uses with Chuuya after Corruption. “God, you’re almost as pretty as your mommy.”
Chuuya huffs. Of course those would be the first words that his freak of a partner would say to their daughter.
“She’s perfect,” he argues, with a big effort to sound genuinely offended, though both of them know better. “And I’m not her mommy.”
Dazai kisses his cheek. “Chuuya likes it.”
“I do not.”
In retaliation, Dazai kisses him. It tastes like tears, sweat, and all the love that both of them are too stupid to name out loud despite how obvious it is; as if the newborn baby in Chuuya’s arms wasn’t proof enough.
“You did great, love,” Dazai praises him, as he rests his cheek on Chuuya’s shoulder and stares at Satoko doing nothing but breathe like it’s the most fascinating spectacle in the world.
“We did great,” Chuuya corrects him.
Dazai snorts, though it’s obvious it’s a tactic to distract from the new wave of tears in the corners of his eyes. “As expected of Double Black.”
“Chuuya-sama,” Adam calls. Both of them look at him, and they find him with Dazai’s phone in his hands, camera pointing at them. “Smile!”
Chuuya barely has time to breathe before the flash announces that the photo has been taken.
There’s no doubt in his mind that he must look terrible in that photo: he can feel his sweaty hair sticking to his nape and his face, his cheeks must be red yet pale from overexertion, and he’s sure that the many hours of labor are evident on his face.
Despite all of that, he can’t wait to share the first picture of his little family with Kouyou and Hirotsu once all the personal time off he’s accumulated since joining the mafia runs out.
Dazai pokes his cheek like he did Satoko’s before to get his attention.
When he looks at him, the embarrassing, sappy idiot brushes their noses together.
“I love you, my tiny hatrack.”
Chuuya gasps a sob, and in the blink of an eye, Dazai is there to leave many butterfly kisses all over his face.
“I love you too, smelly fish.”
As if in protest, Satoko stretches her tiny arm to push it out of the confines of her blanket and grabs a fistful of Chuuya’s gown.
The gesture makes both of them laugh.
“We love you too, Satoko,” Chuuya reassures her.
Her tiny fist lets go of him, and she immediately falls asleep, like she’d been waiting to hear those words before she rests after some exciting few minutes of life.
Chuuya watches as her tiny chest rises and falls with each breath she takes.
It will be a cold day in hell before he admits this out loud to anyone, especially Dazai, but he can’t believe that it took the end of the world for him to finally claim his PTO. He could’ve had this long ago if he wasn’t such a workaholic.
It’s no use beating himself over the past when the future is so exciting, he thinks, as Adam comes up to them to show the many photos and videos he took with Dazai’s phone.