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Birthdays if contemplated from the angle of the common population, they would answer out what seems to be the most familiar proclamation, that it is a day a person should enjoy and celebrate and appreciate. Appreciation regarding the precious life nudged down to the individual. That’s the usual view or rather the accepted truth.
However, not all the fruits a tree bears are identical.
To Dazai Osamu birthday was a contradictory conundrum in his life. Well, ironically to snort at, the very concept of ‘life’ to him was like an opposing turmoil from the far end of the other shore. All this to state at a philosophical level and varyingly enough to say in a logical way it's just an acronym consisting of the words ‘birth’ and ‘day’ in etymology.
Nothing else. Thus birthdays never mattered to him. Because why would they? As a man craving for death the it would be a shocking contrast on the spectrum.
With all such thoughts swirling within his mind, the said brunet was currently walking down a street. Darkness has loomed over the endless sky as the time struck nine at night.
A carefree hum emanating from him as his tan trench coat flapped behind him and it sounded so casual that he would like to tug his hands inside the pockets or even crossing them at the back of his head as an over-exaggerating expression if it were not for hands lodged with various gifts and presents.
Yes, gifts and presents. As for his……birthday?
He doesn’t even gears much effort into remembering his own birthday. So expecting or even receiving presents was a far off notion. No matter the Agency prepared a small surprise party for him. Of course it included some celebrations, cake and snacks. Speaking of which his knowledge has registered and noticed pertaining the Agency that…it was quite a strange place for an official workplace, reason being how chaotic it would end up irrespective of whether a celebration is small or large on scale.
More than half of the cakes and snacks were gobbled up by Ranpo. As predictable.
The Tanizaki siblings were busy in their own world.
Yosano was hung upon the alcohol and Kyoka was interested in her own little selection of cake.
Atsushi as usual, the poor weretiger was comically stretched to accompany among various members. Kenji was being the usual Kenji.
Kunikida being ever as leaning on to his ideals was trying to subdue the chaos. Not to mention not even today he was spared from Dazai's shenanigans.
A tell-tale scenario of what happened today at the Agency. Despite all of this every one of them wished him and gave him presents. To others it may not seem much but to him it was more than he could expect, huffing out a snort at the thought as a subtlety tiny smirk made a way onto his features.
Footsteps now nearly echoing as he traversed further down the path. His initial decision to head back to The Agency dorms directly from the workplace was now abandoned as he was now pacing towards the house of a certain ginger-headed mafiaso.
Why? As to ask?
Well undoubtedly to annoy the living daylights out of the ginger executive and to add more fun to the ride he was as usual going to break in uninvited. Nevertheless he cannot shun a certain bugging at the back of his mind. No! It wasn’t bothering him at all. It’s just a part of his simple curiosity entailing the fact that does Chuuya remembers his birthday at all?
Eyelids dropping down in thoughts.
No. It wasn’t even his curiosity. Not at all. Proceeding to finalise that his dog should remember his master's birthday. Is it not?
The actuality being that Dazai Osamu would never admit. Admission to the fact that maybe his was expecting something from Chuuya? Well…who knows? The former mafiaso always has been a mystery. Regardless, he always has created opportunities to irritate the hatrack and this was a given chance. So he would savour it.
A mischievous smirk tugging upon his handsome profile at the very thought of ensuing his tricks on his lover.
Another thing that baffles him. It won’t be a bold statement that there are extremely rare things or events in this world that surprises the genius prodigy. Except the fact that now he and Chuuya were…..lovers. It’s definitely not an overstatement that The double black, who were constantly at each other’s throat and now in opposing organizations, being lovers now was the umpteenth wonder of the universe.
It may be considered unbelievable if ever revealed to the people (not that they both would let people know) but the truth is always a constant linger and shuffling through all the chaos they are now finally lovers–still a complete foreign aspect to them.
He almost reached his destination as the lavish house of the short mafiaso came into view. The street was empty which Dazai understood more than anyone because being a wanted criminal and a mafiaso you ought to reside in a place free of normal folks or working people, normal families or worse children.
With that being said the directive was now inside Chuuya’s house, bandaged hands slithering around to shut the doorway with a silent click.
‘The chibi sure has pathetic security.’, he hummed innocently as if it was not his fault or skill to break through. Given that Chuuya being a high-ranking executive of The Port Mafia his security around his home is probably the most expensive and best one in whole of Japan. Laughably Dazai Osamu wouldn’t be Dazai Osamu if he isn’t able to pick even the most difficult lock in world in a manner as if it’s as easy as breathing.
Additionally he has broken into Chuuya's home countless times and the greatest thing being he knows the chibi’s schedule like the back of his hand. How? Well, he has his resources which included poor Hirotsu providing him all the details of the petit mafia. Although he always correctly predicts his schedule but still getting it confirmed isn’t a harm.
He quickly manoeuvred himself towards the living area in hopes to either sneak behind the slug or find some of his expensive possession to mess with. Stepping in the room he discovered that there was no Chuuya sitting on his luxuriously comfy couch. There was various pricey items though none of them fitted his mood to be messed around with.
‘Hmm’, letting out a low thoughtful hum his mind wandered to three possibilities now.
First being either he's out, which is not the case provided that there shoes slipped off at the door.
Second and third that either he's in the kitchen or already dead asleep. The latter seems not to be a likely possibility as brown eyes shifted towards the clock which showcased that it was just nine past ten at night and what he knows Chuuya isn’t an early sleeper unless he’s dead tired.
Thus following the former option he headed towards the kitchen and was greeted with the sight of the fiery haired mafiaso, seated at the table with a steaming mug of coffee encased in his one hand while the other was busy on his phone. He absolutely didn’t miss the attire he was clad in, consisting of a baby-cream coloured hoodie and light brown sweatpants. Well he looked good as always but more than that he was cute.
Beautiful blue orbs widened at the sight of the intruder.
“What the hell are you doing here bastard!!”, Chuuya half screamed setting down his coffee on which he nearly sputtered upon, facial features turning down into an irritated scowl.
“Ano ne Chuuya your senses and security are pretty dull for being a dog”, Dazai stated blinking innocently.
“Who the hell are you calling a dog!?!!”, teeth gritting together.
“Why you of course.”, slipped off a deadpan reply from Dazai.
“Why you—”, growling as he tried to throw a punch which Dazai dodged easily.
“Haaa~ I knew you were stupid Chuuuuya~ but now it seems that awfully tacky hat of yours is really consuming your brain cells”, letting out a dramatic sigh his shoulders inched in a shrug.
“And to me it seems your pathetic talent of breaking into people’s house is fuelling your annoyingness”, he muttered lowly with eyes narrowing down on the brunet.
“Ah! Sharp observation chibi! After all you’re the live example.”, he replied with his vision twinkling with histrionic fascination. “Hmm. Maybe you’re not as stupid as I thought”, lidding off his glance in a fake thought process.
“Tsk! Shut up! Why are you here anyway? And what’s with all those stuff you’re carrying around?” Chuuya uttered slowly crossing his arm while raising a brow in question. His logic already guessing out from the looks of it that they were presents. Probably by the goody-two shoes Agency.
“Ah! Such a rude chibi~”, Dazai tossed his head around in a fake hurt action which instantly morphed into a teasing smile, leaning close towards Chuuya who was now stood in front of him. “Besides can’t I visit my pretty little lover.”, he purred low into his ears.
Azure eyes widening a little more as the orange head blushed furiously at his ex-partner's words.
“W-what are you saying! Don’t-…don’t say such stupid things”, stammered the orange head wanting to sound angry but was anything close to near it as he averted his eyes. Looking anywhere but at Dazai with lips crocked into a nervous line.
“Well is the chibi going shy on me now?”, he spelled teasingly.
“No. I'm not shy…and besides I know those are gifts. Why don’t you just open them and appreciate them rather than being an ass.”, mumbled Chuuya who was still not looking at him.
And damn he looked criminally adorable and cute. The soft pink dusting the fair skin and brilliant strands blocking his averted gaze. It was such a wondrous thing that how such a dangerous and a person who literally kills people can look so small and adorable. Well Dazai would never acknowledge it out loud.
“Well if chibi is insisting then why not. But don’t tell me you have a gift for me too”, giving a teasing smirk carved upon his lips.
“Why would I have a gift for you shitty mackerel”, the gravity maupulator grumbled yet tsundere reply was adequate to indicate that he does have a gift.
They soon settled down. Their constant bickering never halting and they agreed to Chuuya's words of unwrapping the gifts given by the agency first. All of them were decently good if placed to judgement, specially in Chuuya’s view point because he knew how difficult it is to choose a gift for that mackerel. Practically when the Agency almost has nothing grasp on about Dazai.
Now that all the stuff were disclosed, Dazai observes how a mild sadness paints the porcelain like features of the shorter male. He was about to dive into a short analysis of ‘why’ when his thoughts were cut short.
“Close your eyes”, was the order directed from the other male to which he replied,
“Ooh~ Chuuya's about to do something kinky”, a lewd smirk tainted the former mafiaso. Brown vision glinting with something familiar.
“SHUT Up!!! Perverted bastard!!!”, came an embarrassed reply mingled with anger from the other side, face all puffed out red.
“Says that one who was screaming my name all night last—”, before he could put a full stop to his full sentence he was nearly punched with a heavy blow by Chuuya. Thankfully only to dodged it by a few millimetres.
“Okay okay, can do slug.”
Dark irises that were now shielded can only make out some octets of shuffling and clinking round the kitchen.
After a minute or so came a soft reply, ”You…you can open them now”,
When the closed vision unveiled open it settled upon a pretty chocolate cake. Neither to small nor to large in sizing up. Second thing he noticed or rather heard is….
“Happy birthday s-shitty mackerel”, wished a very abashed Chuuya, with ocean irises fixated in neither direction clearly hinting his tsundere nature and fingers fiddling with the hem of his hoodie.
If seemed like the ginger-head had nothing more to say but he continued.
“I….could not buy you a gift...I wasn’t able to manage my tim-time today. So I made you a cake. Well it may not be as much…well...as others…but…”, mumbled a now extremely sad Chuuya who’s gaze was angled downward, eyes drooping with cheeks slightly puffed out in an unbearably adorable manner.
“So-so just accept it mackerel!”, finished Chuuya.
Chocolate irises widened a little because Dazai on the other end was caught by genuine surprise not only caused by Chuuya’s all adorably cute form but also at the realization that his chibi was feeling sad while they were opening the presents because…his chibi thought his present won’t be good enough!?
Dazai was nearly mortified at the fact.
Just when Chuuya’s patience was hitting enough he growled out a half-pissed response, “Tsk! At least say something! If you want to tease—”
“Mmpfh!”, the shorter of the two was interrupted before he realised he was already nuzzled into a warm chest. Blinking his eyes comically and going full flushed red when he realised that Dazai has pulled him into a giddy hug.Bandaged arms wrapped around his petit waist and one from under his neck firmly grabbing his shoulder, guiding him more towards him.
“Stupid chibified slug”, chuckled Dazai pressing his face more into crook of the ginger-head’s neck.
Simply to explain the situation was that Dazai was done with it. Of course he would have teased Chuuya about such a silly thing if it were any other circumstance but not in this one where his chibi was getting adorably sad and puppy eyed, pondering over the fact that maybe his gift wasn’t good enough compared to others.
Slender yet strong arms enveloped around the sand coloured coat, squishing his cheek even more against the firm chest. Hinting that Chuuya actually realised what Dazai meant. Dazai liked his little present.
Dazai let out a quiet laugh at the cute little action of his so called angry and scary lover. Cradling the said mafiaso's cheeks into his palm he pulled him up for a gentle yet passionate kiss to which Chuuya let out a surprised squeak but returned it nevertheless.
Playing with his lips for a while Dazai finally released him from the kiss but not from the hug. His fingers caressing the fiery locks. Chuuya leaning more towards the benign affection.
“Thank you slug”