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When Chuuya woke up, he could feel Dazai's heart drumming in the chest against his head. the soft skin accommodating his skull and the warm hand around his back.
Dazai had woken up probably an hour or two before, flicking his eyes to the clock Chuuya sees that it's eight AM. without a doubt Dazai had woken up early, possibly being careful not to wake him - the image in his head is cute.
Dazai immediately notices that his boyfriend is awake, and grins before kissing him on the forehead (without a doubt it would've been a real kiss if possible). akin to a peck, soft and swift.
his voice is quiet, a low little hum of sound that infiltrates Chuuya's head like honey, in his tiredness nothing sounds better then the voice.
“Morning, seems you slept well ~” and he giggles a bit, moving his hand to run through Chuuya's hair. He's always had an appreciation for the orange locks.
“right. cuz the reason you woke up on time totallyyyyyy isn't your insomnia, ‘Zai.” Chuuya grumbles, staying still and not pinching Dazai completely due to the fact it would take Dazai's lithe, calloused fingers out of his hair.
he's always had calloused fingers, at first Chuuya hated it, hated how they'd make a strange texture around his softer and actually cared for skin. but he's grown overtime to appreciate the feeling.
“Yeah yeah.” Dazai's face turns into a dramatic ass pout - sighing so loudly it might have made Chuuya care of he wasn't being whiny.
Dazai's grin returns soon though.
Dazai's face has always been odd, with wide eyes and soulless looking irises darker then the midnight sky on a cloudy day, with a grin wide yet never high enough, crooked teeth only vaguely affected by his braces - the deep eye bags that he's seen make people physically uncomfortable.
it used to make Chuuya uncomfortable , too.
but now, all it gives him is a soft warm feeling deep in his stomach he'll never mention, but they'll both know is there regardless.
Looking around the room, Chuuya has a realization. Dazai turned on all the Christmas lights decorating and surrounding the room, making the warm light from their lamps mingle with the rainbow from the tree and ceiling lights.
all the decor is in its proper position too, and finally there are 6 gifts under the tree. three small boxes for Dazai, 2 bigger boxes for Chuuya, and one they decided to wrap and explain away as a Christmas gift from the other if anyone ever asked.
he can't help a smile, Dazai had taken the time to clean up too, something he barely ever has energy for. the wooden floor's never been shinier, the Desk never more tidy and the dresser drawers are only rarely as pristine.
Chuuya, without as much as a second thought, leans up and presses his lips to Dazai's in a soft kiss.
he can feel how chapped his lips are, god maybe he should've gotten him ChapStick..
Dazai smiles against Chuuya's lips when he doesn't pull away withen a few seconds, mumbling something like “Woah, take me out to dinner first!” and snickering to himself like the idiot he is,
Chuuya huffs and pushes him away a second after, letting his little drown and fake sad eyes face him completely.
“Don't you ever shut up? m, you know maybe next time you put allllllllllll this effort into cleaning you won't get a kiss” he can barely contain a little chuckle when he sees Dazai's eyes widen,
“Heyyy, no fair!”
Dazai pulls him back into a kiss, and it makes Chuuya notice that he hung mistletoe directly above their heads. Bastard..
It lasts only a moment before Chuuya leaves to rest his head back on Dazai's chest.
“hm. at least get up to open presents with me if your gonna be so mean !” Dazai's voice was dripping in soft affections, it could make Chuuya sick on a normal day.
“Yeah, whatever.” maybe he could stand it today though.
Dazai's face almost lights up like the tree in the corner of their room itself - his midnight eyes getting starry, shining as prettily as the moon itself.
Chuuya sits up, drags his legs over the end of the bed and stands to walk over to the tree, sitting down back facing Dazai and the bed but neck turned to keep an eye on him.
Dazai plops down next to him pretty quick, and his hands fiddle with their thumbs. he looks over at Chuuya, like he's waiting for his approval, a habit Chuuya doesn't mind anymore.
he grabs the smallest present, handing it to Dazai.
“Open this one first, and open that bigger one last.” he hums, almost close to how Dazai's speaks all the time but without being so damn creepy.
Eagerly, Dazai meddles with the tape. he doesn't like to rip the paper for whatever reason.. once the tape is off, he pulls the paper off and Chuuya swears he hasn't been as happy since they actually started dating a few months ago.
It's definitely the most adorable expression he's ever seen on Dazai, eyes seemingly bound open with excitement, cheeks softly flushed and mouth a little open in a real smile.
Chuuya had gotten him a necklace he was constantly eyeing and almost begging for in the bag, thin black string with a gorgeous amber stone carved down to be in the shape of a flowly.. esque.. vine ?? shape. Chuuya doesn't get it, but Dazai looks ecstatic, so he decides he doesn't have to.
it's almost as if Dazai thought he wouldn't be getting it. weird, like Chuuya wouldn't instantly buy anything wanted for the dork.
Dazai's fingers run over the stone, before hastily slipping it on and wrapping his arms around Chuuya so tight it felt like a death grip, humming the words “Thanks, Chu Chu ~ “ his voice dragged, in a way that sounded silly but wasn't beyond Dazai by any means.
“Mhm. you better wear it.” Chuuya grumbles, embracing Dazai into his arms.
Perhaps , he'll be able to spend today with Dazai without having to worry about work or a mission, Mori did give them the day off..
his heart flutters at being able to spend the entire day with Dazai, maybe he'll get Dazai to watch a movie with him or help him cook later in the day,
anything to spend some time with the jackass.