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Dazai was a mysterious man, always aloof about his personal life and never sharing anything that may give off any information about his life at home, but no one pushed it. However, they could have never known how much he would reveal in the span of a week.
This ordeal started with a simple question, “Hey, wanna go out on Valentine's Day as a work celebration? I doubt any of us have anyone to spend it with, so might as well celebrate our ‘singleness’ together, right?” Yosano asks cheerfully, out of the blue, breaking the rare silence in the Armed Detective Agency’s office. Everyone stops typing, looks up from their individual work computers, and bursts out in excited chatter, well, everyone except Kunikida, who characteristically continues working hard at his paperwork. “That’s such an amazing idea!” “Yeah, no one here is in a relationship anyways, right?” Kunikida slams his hand on the table, catching everyone off guard (not really, since it was bound to happen), raging, “Get back to work! You all have such a heavy load, especially after that huge case we just closed, and here you are idly chatting away?! Besides, with how big the Agency is, we would have to privately book a restaurant to make sure everyone gets a seat!” Everyone goes silent, deep in thought. Kunikida’s right.
Someone breaks the silence yet again, but surprisingly it's from Dazai. Wait, he hasn’t spoken up for some time now, right? That’s not like him, he was actually doing his work for once. Either that or he was, well, just stoning away. Still unlike him, but it seems more realistic than him doing his own paperwork. “Ahem… Sorry to burst everyone’s bubble, but I’m not free that day. Feel free to continue on with your plans though, don't let my disappearance disrupt the joyful mood! I know you’ll miss me dearly, particularly since I make the party fun! That would just smoothen out the numbers anyways, right? 10 people to seat would be easier than 11.” He says, with the familiar jolly tone filling his voice, there’s the Dazai they all knew. Though, he has plans on that day? On Valentine's Day? With what partner? He’s constantly flirting with women around him, inviting them to do a double suicide with him. So obviously he would be single, right? These questions float about in everyone’s mind, though not Ranpo since he probably already knows what these ‘plans’ are, to which he just chuckles and gobbles up another handful of chips from the bag on his lap, enjoying the drama. Then, the office bursts out into a large chatter again, though mostly this time it was screaming and questions directed to Dazai all at once from everyone, to which Kunikida too joined in.
“What kind of plans do you have, Dazai?!”
“Have you been secretly meeting up with a woman? Without telling us? How could you, Dazai! I thought we knew everything about each other!”
“What kind of woman would even want to be with you? Who the hell would tolerate their partner flirting with every woman on the street?”
“Why have we never seen you with her? Or even texting her?”
Right at this moment, saving Dazai from this torture, the clock hung on the nearby wall chimes, the short hand hitting 6 and the long hand hitting 12, signaling the end of work. Dazai calmly yet hastily packs up his little items he brought to work, the huge pile of paperwork still on his table which he barely dented that very day, ignoring the flood of questions from his colleagues, and walking out the office without a word. Thus, the entire Agency is left with a billion unanswered questions about Dazai’s love life, which everyone had just assumed to be boring just moments ago.
Dazai sighs, getting on a bright red motorcycle, parked a few streets away from the Agency just as a safety precaution, which he scrunches his eyebrows at the sight, finding the flashy colour distasteful, but just sucks it up. It’s not like Chuuya doesn’t know about how much he hates flashy colours like bright red, but since it’s an item he holds so dearly to his heart from his friends, Dazai supposes he’ll let it be. So, Dazai just sucks it up. He wants Chuuya to be happy, even if it means that not everything goes his way, which it usually does. He swings his long legs over the bike, sitting down on it as Chuuya passes him a helmet to put on. “How was work? You seem more tired than your usual insomniac ass.” Chuuya asks him, patiently waiting for Dazai to be done securing the helmet on his head. “Fine. The Agency wanted to go out on Valentine’s Day since they all thought none of us had plans. Of course, I had to turn down the invite, saying I already had plans, though I hadn’t mentioned what kind of plans, but it obviously sparked a huge discussion, involving everyone bombarding me with invasive questions.” He sighed. “I just left. It was the end of work anyways.” “Don’t you think you should tell them about us soon? We are married, after all. Anywho, work is over, so just relax, okay? I’ll get you home in a jiffy.” Chuuya says, revving his engine while Dazai wraps his bandaged arms around Chuuya’s slender waist, leaning onto his husband’s back, listening to his strong heartbeat and struggling to stay awake.
The bike halted to a stop, finally arriving at the carpark, jolting Dazai out of his trance of fading between the subconscious and conscious line. “C’mon, let’s go home, aight? We’re almost there.” Dazai grumbles, not wanting to move from his comfortable position, but Chuuya just lifts him off the motorcycle effortlessly, unbuckling the helmet off both of them, before tossing both of them into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Chuuya nudged Dazai, holding his hand fondly.
Once both of them got home, with Chuuya struggling to unlock the front door since a clingy and tired Dazai slung himself on Chuuya, despite being taller than the mafioso. Dazai finally dragged himself off Chuuya, only to immediately fall back onto their comfortable couch, although his body is desperate for sleep, his insomnia preventing him from drifting to a much deserved sleep, instead remaining barely conscious. Chuuya hung his coat on the coat hanger by the door, kicking off his shoes and joining his husband on the couch. He combed through Dazai’s chestnut-coloured hair, deep in thought. “So? Did you go and check out where you wanted to go for Valentine’s Day?” Dazai melted into his touch, humming, “Yeah, seems good. Too bad our usual place is closed.” They sat there, just enjoying each other’s company in silence after having not seen each other for almost 10 hours.