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Chuuya entered his black minivan. He didn't have any kids, (he was 24) but still had a family sized car. What? He needed his space. He turned on the car and played the radio. *insert your favorite song here* About 15 minutes later, Chuuya arrived home to see a wild Dazai on his couch.
'Hello, Dazai.' Chuuya says, taking his bag off of his shoulder.
'Hello chibi :3' Dazai responds.
'Did you just use an emoticon is a verbal conversation?' Chuuya replies.
'Maaaaybe.' Dazai says, as if he is trying to hide something
'Anyway, get over here.' Dazai pulls Chuuya into a hug
'Your the only reason I haven't stabbed myself in the throat <3' Dazai says with a smile
'You say that so romantically.' Chuuya says, looking concerned. Dazai just continues smiling. Its kind of odd how a murderer and suicidal maniac could have one of the cutest smiles in all of Japan-- no, the world.
Chuuya kisses Dazai, stopping him from continuing the conversation. The kiss lasted around 12 seconds until they both pulled back, smiling. 'Ooooo! I almost forgot. I have something to show you!"
Chuuya followed Dazai up into their bedroom when he say that the entire room had been cleaned. Most people might think 'Cool they cleaned my room' but that's not a Dazai thing. Dazai really tried. And he tried hard.
Chuuya examined the room from the doorway, and realized everything was in place.
'Wow, darling, you must have spent hours on this! It was like world war two happened here a while ago.'
'Mhm!' Dazai said proudly.
'Come on Dazai, its time too sleep.' Chuuya says.
'Okay!' he responses.
The two then cuddle until they fall asleep.
The next morning, Chuuya wakes of holding Dazai's head to his chest. Chuuya is careful not to wake him up while slipping out of bed to prepare breakfast.
Chuuya, still in his pajamas, hurries down the stairs. He runs into the kitchen and begins fetching the ingredients to make waffles. After setting up the counter-table he puts two large waffles on each plate and covers them in whipped cream and pours a cup of coffee for each of them, then goes back upstairs to wake Dazai up.
'Daaaaaiiizaaaaaiiii' Chuuya says, in an almost taunting voice. 'Its time to get up.' He says, like a mom telling her thirteen year old child to wake up and go to school. Dazai wakes up and rubs the sand out of his eyes. "Hi chibi" he says in a saturnine voice.
Chuuya smiles and helps him out of bed. They walk down the stairs, fingers intertwined.
They reach the breakfast counter and start to eat.
'Chibi?'
'Hm?'
'if your grief counselor dies and you don't feel sad, does that mean they did a good job or that your a sociopath?'
Chuuya tries not to laugh.
'Well, that depends.' He says with a slight smile, and begins chewing his food.
'Do you have work today?' Dazai questions.
'No, I don't think so. And if I do, I don't really feel like going anyway.'