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It had been a long, shitty day for Chuuya. He barely got any sleep last night, seeing as it was Halloween and he got roped into dressing up with Dazai, and he spent half of the day hiding from Tachihara, because he always did the pinch punch slap on the back thing, and it was annoying as fuck. There was also the extensive amount of paperworks, organising a team, planning a meeting for him and his subordinates, and just the all in all chaos of the Mafia.
He finally reached the door to his place, and reached for his keys before noticing something. There was music coming from inside the apartment. What the fuck? He pulled out his keys, unlocking the door and walking in. The second he stepped in, his ears were cursed with the sound of Maria Carey's All I want for Christmas is you blasting throughout his penthouse, and the smell of cookies and fake pine trees flowing throughout the place.
“What the fuck?!” Chuuya’s yell was loud, but not loud enough to drown out the sounds that haunted retail workers' nightmares. He walks further in, seeing just how much damage had already been done. There was a large Christmas tree in the middle of the living room that somehow already had presents underneath, Christmas lights along the roof, small reindeer statues arranged near a little sleigh, which also had a couple of presents in it, and, of course, the tv had the album cover of that horrific song showing. He knew exactly who the culprit was, and it was only confirmed when the tall brunette stuck his head out of the kitchen, smiling as though this were completely normal behaviour.
“Ah, Chuuya! You're home! Hope you don't mind, I fixed your place up a bit, it looked so bland!” He walked out of the kitchen, wearing a reindeer apron and a stupid grin.
“I leave you alone in my house for one day , you fucking bastard… How the hell did you even pull this off?” Chuuya was visibly and audibly pissed off, and he walked over to the couch, grabbing the remote and turning off the tv, ridding the house of such retched music. “Why the fuck did you do this?”
“What? Halloween finished last night, and so, it's obviously Christmas season! Cmon, lighten up a bit!” He put his hands on his hips.
Chuuya walked over to Dazai, roughly grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to his height. “No, you don't get to come into my house and decorate a whole month early for Christmas.” It wasn't like Dazai had never done this before. He used to do this when they were in the Mafia. Every single Halloween, Chuuya would get roped into dressing up with him, Dazai would stay at Chuuya’s, and somehow find the Christmas decorations he had hidden the year prior in a different place from before. Chuuya had just gotten used to not having him around after four years.
“Awww, does Chibi not like my decorating? Too bad~” Dazai teased, clearly trying to get a rise out of the other. Instead, Chuuya shoved him away, letting out a frustrated groan.
“Im too fucking sober for this…” He walked into the kitchen, glaring at the cookies on the bench, and opening the fridge. His gaze skimmed over the fridge landing on where his wine is. Well, it was. The place he had put the wine bottle he had in his fridge was empty.
“Mackerel, get your ass in here.” Chuuya says firmly. He watched dazai come up next to him. Once he does, Chuuya's hand shoots up to Dazai's hair, yanking his head down to look at the empty wine spot in his fridge. The other man winced at the pain, though gave no other reaction. “You see what's wrong with this, bastard?”
“Hm? Nope. No idea. Enlighten me-” His breath hitched as Chuuya tugged on his hair again. He clearly didn't want to deal with his shit.
“Where the fuck is my wine, Osamu?”
“Okay, okay! It's on the bench! I was going to offer you a glass until you started dragging me around like this~”
Chuuya gave him an annoyed look before letting go of his hair. “You're taking these decorations down, y’know that, right?” he didn't need to wait for an answer from the idiot, that smirk and that look in his eyes told him everything. He was going to have to deal with Dazai's two month long Christmas. He shoved him away by the face and walked over to the bench, grabbing one of the cookies and taking a bite. “Did you use my stuff to make these?”
“Heyyyy, they're not iced yet! Can't chibi be patient?” Dazai walks over to Chuuya's cupboard, looking through it.
“You don't get to use my food to make shit and force me to wait to eat it.”
“Can you at least get me some water for the icing?” Dazai places the icing sugar onto the bench right next to Chuuya.
“You can get it yourself, shitty bastard.” Despite this, he grabs a small bowl from the cupboard beneath him, putting some of the icing sugar in.
“You're so unhelpful, Chibi~” Dazai said, dumping the water into the bowl, resting his head on Chuuya's shoulder.
“Tell me why is shouldn't just kick you out right now, you fucking leech.” Chuuya's words, despite being quite rude, had no bite behind them. In fact, there was a hint of barely hidden affection, even if he would rather die than admit that. He pushed Dazai's head off his shoulder. “Go get me a spoon, shitty mackerel.”
“You're so demanding~ and after I've gone and done all of this for you? I'm a little hurt, I must say.” He moved to the drawer, grabbing a spoon and sliding it across the bench. Chuuya grabbed the spoon, beginning to mix up the icing.
For the next hour or so, the two iced the cookies. Of course, just like anything they do, it wasn't without petty arguments, and the cookies didn't turn out the best. Somewhere around the halfway point, Chuuya had opened the bottle of wine that was already on the bench. The whole kitchen was a mess afterwards, icing everywhere, some spilled wine and glass from when Dazai had dropped his (he refused to clean it, which pissed off Chuuya even more than simply wasting the wine) , and a couple of broken cookies on the other side of the room (The product of Chuuya’s anger) . Now, the two of them were laying on the couch together, cookies and wine glasses on the table beside them, and a shitty hallmark movie playing on the tv. Dazai was laying atop Chuuya, his head resting on the shorter man's chest. Chuuya's hand was lazily playing with Dazai's hair, only half watching the movie. Occasionally, Chuuya would reach for a cookie, breaking it in half and handing one part to Dazai. It was a rare, calm moment between the two.
Dazai shifted his head, looking up at Chuuya. “You can be quite comfy when you wanna be.” He mumbled.
“Hm, you won't be saying that when I make you clean these decorations up after Christmas.”
“Oh, cmoooon, you missed this~” Dazai grinned at Chuuya.
Chuuya scoffed. “As if. I'd gotten used to you leavin’ me alone for Christmas.” He shoved Dazai's face, covering it with his hand. He left his hand over Dazai's face until-
“Ew! Did you just fucking lick my hand?!” Chuuya pulled his arm away, face showing how shocked he was. Dazai simply smirked up at him. “...this is the last time I'll ever let you near my wine, bastard fish.” He wiped his hand on Dazai's back, then went back to running it through his hair.
From what Chuuya knew, it was gonna be a long two months, full of waking up to Mariah Carey, shitty hallmark movies, and Christmas cookies, but it was something Chuuya would have to get used to again. And really, neither of them would have it any other way.