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Dazai walked alongside Nakahara, their hands brushing softly here and there. Dazai felt his fingers twitch, and finally, he reached out to interlink his fingers with Nakahara’s. From the corner of his eye, he saw the smaller male smile and look away for a moment, before he focused on the path in front of him.
Dating was hard now, they couldn’t spend too long together or the Port Mafia and Agency would soon click, and no doubt both men would be in trouble – the possibility of Nakahara being killed as a traitor was too high to risk. Tonight’s date had consisted of some cheap coffee that tasted like cardboard, and sitting on the banks of a river, stargazing and telling each other stories from their past. Nakahara had repeated a lot from his childhood, but Dazai had just rolled over and watched the red head, smiling softly as he lit up with excitement.
But now, they had come to a stop outside of Nakahara’s apartment building, and the night was coming to a close. They’d barely spent an hour and a half with each other, and Dazai could feel his heart sinking in his chest, but he knew next week they’d get another hour and a half. It wasn’t much, but in the situation they were in, he’d grasp as it with every ounce of strength he had.
Dazai had lost Nakahara once, and he wasn’t about to do it again.
Nakahara turned to look up at Dazai, and the brunet smiled, leaning down for a kiss. Nakahara returned the smile, having to stand on his tiptoes. Dazai fought not to smirk as he gently lifted his head the tiniest inch, watching Nakahara strain on his toes. He went up another inch, watching him crane his neck. Another inch, and Nakahara started frowning a little.
“I swear I was never that much smaller than you.”
Dazai burst into laughter and Nakahara scowled, punching Dazai in the gut lightly. The brunet leaned over, laughing hard as Nakahara continued scowling, giving him a filthy look. “Why do you always insist on doing that?”
Dazai grinned and stood up straight, wrapping his arms around Nakahara’s slim waist, pulling him so they were chest to chest. “Because every time, you never realise, and it’s entertaining to tease you.”
“Asshole.”
Dazai chuckled again and leant down, bending his neck at an awkward angle so Nakahara didn’t have to lean up too far for their lips to brush. They met for a moment, Nakahara’s hand securing Dazai’s head in place, curling around the back of his neck. They forgot to breathe, lips pressing almost desperately together for a moment before they finally pulled back. They stayed mere inches from each other, staring each other in the eyes, and Dazai wanted nothing more for Nakahara to invite him inside.
Pain suddenly exploded in his foot as Nakahara slammed his own foot on top of it and Dazai dropped his arms from around Nakahara’s waist, keeling over. “What the heck, Chuuya?!”
“That’s for teasing me about my height.” Nakahara pressed his fingertips to his lips, blowing Dazai a kiss before disappearing inside his door. “Love you, asshole!”
Dazai scowled before chuckling and standing up. “Love you too, Chuuya.”