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Golden rays of sun shone through a window shrouded in thin curtains, illuminating the room within. The brightness landed right on the eyes of a very sleepy brunette, disturbing what had been a very peaceful night of rest. Dazai sighed at the annoyance of having to wake up but didn’t bother to sit up just yet.
He opened his eyes slowly despite himself but didn’t regret it once he had. Right before him was one of his favorite things to look at. Odasaku, the love of his life, sleeping soundly at his side. The man looked very content in his rest, enough that Dazai couldn’t bring himself to wake him just yet.
Dazai knew he needed to get to work soon, but laying in bed with Oda was so much more appealing… Surely Kunikida wouldn’t mind too much. And if he did, oh well. Annoying Kunikida was one of Dazai’s greatest talents.
With that thought, Dazai decided that maybe he could stand to stay in bed a little longer and just enjoy the moment. It really was a nice moment, laying in the light of the morning sun by Oda’s side, who was very warm, as opposed to the cold air outside the covers.
But alas, all good things come to an end, and Dazai really needed to get up if he didn’t want to be late for work at the agency.
Odasaku was very lucky, not to have such a constricting schedule. Dazai felt jealous at times for his husband’s flexible daily routine, not to mention the fact that he could sleep in on weekdays.
Odasaku was an author who worked on his own time while Dazai went off to work for his Armed Detective Agency.
Dazai smiled to himself as he lethargically moved the covers off of himself and got out of bed. It was moments like these, soft and quiet, that really made him thankful for what he had these days.
Once upon a time, he had been a dangerous port mafia executive, tragically in love with nothing but a grunt in the hierarchy. Somehow, the unlikely couple had managed to make things work, though.
Despite the odds being stacked against them, the two had held onto that love throughout all of the sneaking around, until one day, they actually managed to escape from the grips of the mafia.
After escaping that darkness, they built a life together, one where they could both live and the light and do good. Dazai could save people and be a good person, something no one had ever thought he would be capable of back in the mafia. Odasaku could write all the novels he had ever dreamt up, finally at peace with himself and his past, enough that he could call himself worthy of writing people’s lives.
Everything finally seemed perfect. They had made it out of the claws of the mafia, and they had built a happy life they could share.
It had only improved when Dazai had finally mustered up the courage to propose to Odasaku and eventually marry him. It had taken a long time, two years in the agency, before he could do it. Dazai had wanted to first prove to himself that he could be good, that he could deserve Odasaku’s kindness, before he could allow Odasaku to be with him forever.
Now, four years at the agency, and one year of being married to someone he’d loved for well over seven, he was… content. He was happy. Everything was not perfect, and it would never be, but with what Dazai had right now, he was truly happy.