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Dazai looked out the window, seeing the small flurry of frosty wind sweeping past. Chuuya was in the kitchen, placing the extra food he made earlier in Dazai’s fridge. Dazai strides over to where Chuuya was now washing his dishes, placing his head on top of ginger locks.
“Are you sure you have to leave? You can’t just text Kouyou or Verlaine you're not coming home?”
“I could. Definitely. Would they like that though?”
Dazai lets out a sigh, moving so his head now laid on Chuuya’s shoulders, face nuzzled in his neck.
“But it's so cold out there and warm here. You're really choosing pneumonia and frostbite over me?”
It came out more muffled than Dazai thought it would, but it still reached the other’s ears like a perfect melody. Chuuya doesn’t respond, opting to focus on scrubbing a grease stain out of one of the pans he used prior. Dazai looks up from his spot, looking around the kitchen before his eyes land on the small speaker with Chuuya’s phone leaning against it. He moves over to it, connecting Chuuya’s phone with the bluetooth, then opening Youtube.
“You better not be fucking texting them.”
Dazai doesn’t answer, letting the tune of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” play out. He turns around, leaving Chuuya’s phone on the counter, with a smile on his face as he looks at Chuuya. The other quickly turned back towards the dishes, but Dazai already saw the smile on his face.
“What were you saying again, Chuuya?”
“I really can’t stay.”
Chuuya sang softly, drying off his plates, putting them on the side counter.
“But baby it's cold outside.”
“I gotta go away.”
“Baby it’s cold outside.”
Chuuya turns the tap off, bringing the dried plates to their respectful spot in the cupboards.
“This evening has been-”
“I’ve been hoping you’d drop by.”
“So very nice.”
“I’ll hold your hands, their just like ice.”
Dazai murmurs, slowly walking to Chuuya, hugging him from behind, resting his chin on Chuuya’s shoulder once more, as one hand moves to hold Chuuya's.
“My mother will start to worry.”
“Beautiful what’s your hurry?”
“My father will be pacing the floor.”
“Haven’t I met your dad before?”
Dazai says, bringing his head up, looking at Chuuya with a shit-eating grin.
“Worst day of my life.
I’d better scurry.”
“Beautiful, please don’t hurry."
Chuuya manages to get free from Dazai’s grasp, going to collect his stuff that was strung over the couch. He grabs the small red Nintendo Switch joy-con that was under one of the sleeves of his jacket, looking for the other blue one.
“But maybe just another game more..”
“Put some records on while I pour.”
Chuuya finds the matching one, connecting it to the tablet part, before shutting it off and putting it on its charger.
“
The neighbors might just think…”
“Baby, it’s bad out there.”
“Maybe i’ll have one more drink..”
Chuuya plops his standard black hat on his head, about to grab his jacket before Dazai snatched it away from him.
“Huh?! Bastard!”
Chuuya tries to grab it, which results in Dazai tossing it on the couch behind him, before grabbing both of Chuuya’s hands in his own.
“
I wish I knew how-”
Chuuya continued to sing, albeit stranged, but not doing anything to get out of the other’s grip.
“Don’t know what to do now.”
“-to break this spell”
“I’ll take your hat,”
Dazai grabs the brim of his hat, lifting it off Chuuya’s head, tossing it on the couch, now a slight distance from the other.
“Your hair looks swell.”
“I ought to say no, no, no sir”
“Mind if I move closer?"
“At least I’m gonna say I tried.”
Chuuya sang, letting Dazai get closer to him, as the other moves both hands on his waist. The taller one brings his face closer to the other, but still leaves a distance between them.
“What’s the sense in hurting my pride?”
Chuuya turns his head to the side, eyes glancing towards the lone hat on the couch.
“I really can’t stay..”
“Baby don’t hold out”
“Baby it’s cold outside”
The two of them were slowly spinning in a circle in the living room, Dazai’s face now buried in Chuuya’s neck.
“You're very pushy, you know?”
Dazai lifts his head from Chuuya’s neck, and looks at him with a completely blank face. He takes his hands off next, before dramatically spinning around on his heels, back now faced towards the other.
“Fine, just text me when you get home I guess.”
“Wait Dazai what-”
Chuuya says, his face with an amused look that did not match the tone he spoke with. Dazai continues dramatically (and very slowly) walking away back towards the kitchen.
“
I simply must go
”
Dazai turns again, a smile on his face before it quickly turns into one of feigned shock.
“Oh we’re still singing? Uhh, it’s cold outside!”
He rushed, walking back towards Chuuya, who still had his arms crossed and leaned with his weight on one foot.
“
Supposed to say no”
Chuuya un-crosses his arms, Dazai now standing in front of him once more.
“
How lucky that you dropped by”
“The welcome has been so nice and warm”
“
Look out that window, at that storm”
Chuuya does glance at the window, seeing white flurry peep out behind parted curtains. He quickly shakes his head, looking back at Dazai.
“
My sister will be suspicious”
“Gosh your lips look delicious..”
Dazai says softly, looking down at Chuuya’s face, a soft smile on his face.
“
My brother will be there at the door”
“Like waves upon a tropical shore”
“My maiden aunt’s mind is viscous”
Chuuya manages to sing, before Dazai quickly leans down a bit more to press their lips together, a surprised noise by Chuuya getting muffled. Dazai pulls away, staying level with Chuuya’s increasingly red face with a smile on his own face.
“
Gosh your lips are delicious.”
Chuuya turns his head, opting to not face the taller one.
“
Well maybe just a cigarette more”
The shorter murmured the last line, before shaking his head and moving away from Dazai.
“
I gotta get home”
“
Baby you’ll freeze out there”
“Say, lend me a coat”
“It’s up to your waist out there”
“The line was knees dumbass”
Chuuya says, pausing in gathering his stuff again, looking at Dazai.
“Yeah, maybe my knees. You're so short though.”
“...Jackass.”
Chuuya grabs his jacket, sticking an arm through and placing his hat back on his head.
“You’ve really been grand-”
Dazai follows after him, grabbing at the hand holding his hat.
“
I feel when I touch on your hands.”
Chuuya manages to get out of the hold, walking towards the kitchen to grab his own leftovers.
“But don’t you see?”
“
HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!”
Dazai suddenly singed (screamed?) louder, dramatically falling to his knees, clutching at his heart in the living room.
“Osamu!”
Chuuya says, sounding way more annoyed than concerned.
“
There’s bound to be talk tomorrow.”
“
Think of my lifelong sorrow-”
"At least there will be plenty implied.”
“
If you caught pneumonia and died!”
Chuuya, now leaning with his back against the kitchen counter, looks at Dazai who was slowly getting up from the ground. Chuuya crosses his arms, an entertained smile on his face, while Dazai staggers over in front of him.
“I really can’t stay”
“Get over that cold out.”
Dazai gets closer to Chuuya, hands reaching up to hold at Chuuya’s forearms, before falling into his hands. The two of them look at each other, a soft smile on Dazai’s face, while Chuuya snorts to himself, head dropping down. Dazai visibly (and somehow audibly) pouts at that, causing Chuuya to look back up with a smile on his own face.
“Baby it’s cold,
baby it’s cold outside.”
They both sang softly, letting the instrumental slowly come to an end. The two continued to just stand against the counter, staring at each other.
“You know, I really hurt my knee when I fell on the floor earlier. Are you really going to leave me by myself injured, Chuuya?”
At that, Chuuya rolls his eyes, before moving out of Dazai’s way and taking his jacket off.
“Aww poor baby. Get over it. But fine, yes, I’ll stay. Can you hand me my phone?”
Dazai visibly did perk up at that, before going to grab the other’s phone. However, when Chuuya did obtain his phone, he was welcomed by the sight of, 27 messages from Koyo and 32 from Verlaine. Even a couple of messages from Rimbaud.
“Oopsies.”
“...I don’t even care anymore.”
Chuuya says, quickly sending a text that he wasn’t going to be coming home for the night, before putting his phone on the counter and going to Dazai’s bedroom. Of course, Dazai just follows after him, finds him again in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. Dazai does the same, the two of them changing into pajamas, before finding themselves cuddling under the covers, Dazai mindlessly rubbing circles into Chuuya’s back.