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Chuuya woke up at his usual time, but oddly enough Dazai was still asleep next to him. Normally that mackerel is up before him, so he may as well use this peace wisly. He carefully slid his way out of the brunet's hold and got off the bed, Chuuya walks toward their– his bathroom and turns on the shower.
Once his hair care routine was done, he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, also putting one on his shoulders. He continued with his usual morning stuff till he heard a mumble of some sort from the bedroom, Chuuya poked his head out of the bathroom only to be greeted by the sight of Dazai reaching out to the empty spot where Chuuya was previously occupying.
It was admittedly quite cute , but he’d never be caught dead saying those words aloud.
He pulls himself out of his thoughts with a shake of his head and heads towards the kitchen to make coffee, he can get dressed soon. A frown appeared on his face as he remembered that the coffee machine isn't exactly working right now. No thanks to a certain bastard who wanted to try out some experiment on it? Chuuya groans and moves to get a glass of water instead, he’ll force Dazai to order a new one later. He can’t mess that up right? Well, this is the Dazai Osamu. Anything is possible with him.
Just as he turns to leave the kitchen he stops in his steps, his eyes immediately drawn to the man standing in the doorway.
Dazai .
He gives a smirk before saying, “Mornin’ sunshine.” to which the taller rolls his eyes. Chuuya doesn’t fail to notice the faint blush on the other's face, “Why, good morning Chuuya,” Dazai drawls, dragging his feet over to where the redhead is standing, looking at the coffee machine and sighing.
He even had the audacity to pout . Pout !! This grown ass man was pouting because he broke the coffee machine. “Awh man! I’d really hoped Chuuya got a new one already..” Chuuya felt his eye twitch, trying not to strangle the man in front of him right now.
“I wonder whose fault that is!” Chuuya rolled his eyes and tried to get past the lanky beanpole in the doorway. Dazai put his hand on Chuuya’s waist to stop him, “Slug!! I was testing something!” That earned the brunet a scoff, Chuuya could get out of the other’s grasp if he pleased but he did enjoy it.
“Yeah whatever mackerel, now let me get dressed. You should too if ya’ wanna make it to work on time.” He said the last part knowing his partner never turned up till like 3 hours later. “But Chuuya’s just wearing a towel!! He can’t just walk by me like that.” The man tilted his head to the side and attempted giving him puppy eyes. Which honesty worked most of the time.
He successfully gets out of Dazai’s grasp and begins walking to the bedroom, “Yeah well, I don't fancy being late to work.” He makes a point to loosen the towel slightly, he can basically feel Dazai’s eyes fall down.
He hears a faint, ‘ Chibi’s mean’ but chooses to ignore it. Chuuya manages to make it into his clothing without a slimy octopus trying to grope him, but that doesn't last long.
Just as he’s adjusting his choker he feels a pair of arms slip around his waist, almost automatically he melts into the embrace. “Mmm, what’s Chuuya made me for lunch today?” The brunet's words are muffled by the copper locks.
“You’ll just have to find out when you eat, huh?” The small smile that creeps up his face is no one's business but his. The arms around his waist tighten, but unfortunately the embrace can’t last long. Chuuya turns around to face his lover but is faced with Dazai’s weird smile.
“Oi, what’s up with that face?” All he gets in response is a peck on the lips, the redhead just gives a raised eyebrow but doesn’t ask anything else, “Right, I need to get going now, bastard. So let me go.” He tries to wiggle his way out of the others' hold but Dazai doesn’t falter. Chuuya sighs and leans up to give the man in front of him another kiss, this time slightly deeper than the last. Once they pull away, he can feel the heat creeping up his neck at the sight in front of him.
Dazai’s cheeks are slightly red along with his lips, it’s a sight he’ll never get used to.
Eventually, he manages to get out of Dazai’s hold. Not without a whine following though. While he’s making his way to the door he remembers something he bought the other day, it’s a clear lipstick. Well technically clear, when it's applied it takes a few minutes to actually turn some shade of pink, but the shade just depends on the colour of skin it goes on.
He grins to himself as an idea comes to his head. He turns around on his heels and walks back to the bedroom, leaving Dazai confused.
Once Chuuya acquired his weapon, he walked back to the door. Not yet applying it just in case it turns pink too fast. The brunet follows him when he reaches the door, picking up Chuuya’s hat and plopping it on his head. He gives him a faint smile before grabbing his coat. Just before he faces Dazai, he applies the clear lipstick to his lips and pockets it.
When he turns around to face Dazai, he gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Well, I'm leaving now! Bye!” Then he walks out the door and shuts it before Dazai could get a word in.
Now Dazai was confused at what just happened. Chuuya just gave him a kiss on the cheek before literally running out the door!
How strange.
He decides he will just ignore whatever just happened and get dressed, he makes his way to the bedroom and just chucks on his clothes. Not bothering to look in the mirror, he never really does.
It’s around 11:30 am by the time he makes his way into the building not paying any mind to the strange stares he’s been getting.
He pushes open the door to the agency announcing his presence, “Good morning everyone!~” Just as he’s about to make his way to his lovely couch that is just calling out to him, Kunikida starts to speak. He internally groans, knowing it will most likely be a lecture on how he shouldn’t be late. But everyone knows by now that he really couldn’t care less.
The odd thing is that when Kunikida faces him all of his words die out. He can’t help the subtle frown forming on his forehead, “What? What’s with your face Ku~ni~ki~da!” He sing-songs the man's name.
Before the idealist could even get a word out, Dazai heard his mentee Atsushi splutter, “D-Dazai-san! What’s on your face?!” The poor boy looks shocked, though, still not knowing why he continues his walk to his couch.
Finally, Kunikida’s voice could be heard. “He’s right, what is on your face?!” there's a pause before a loud gasp could be heard, “Oh my god! Is this why you’re always late Dazai!?” The man in question is very confused at his co-workers reactions to whatever is on his face.
Other gasps could be heard in the room but he focuses on Yosano-sensei, the one who made the loud gasp.
“Ah, Yosano-sensei. I’m not sure what you or anyone for that matter means? What’s on my face?” As much as he could pull out his phone he’s frankly too lazy to do so. His response etched frowns onto the other’s faces. The only one who wasn’t concerned was Ranpo, which is to be expected as he knows everything.
Having enough of his co-workers stares he sits up and walks over to plop down on his desk, “Seriously? What's wrong with my face?” He can feel a frown forming on his face, Atsushi points toward a spot on his cheek, most likely indicating to Dazai that’s where this thing on his face is. When he brings his hand up to feel his cheek, he feels something sticky. Pulling back his hand to see what it was, he sees nothing. There’s nothing on his fingers.
To prove so to his eyeing friends, he shows him his fingers and shrugs. “Well? There’s nothing.”
The frowns on their foreheads increase which Dazai is really not liking. There isn’t anything on his face? So what’s with them? Not long later a kind of realisation appears on Yosano’s face, she immediately starts to laugh which gains the attention of those in the room, including Dazai.
“What? What’s funny, Yosano-sensei?” Dazai would laugh at the face Kunikida was making were it not for the fact he too was curious.
“Oh my god, whoever kissed your cheek used some sort of clear lipstick!” At this point Ranpo has also joined in with her laughing, but what she said had Dazai confused. A kiss mark on his cheek?
After staring at the laughing pair for a few moments he suddenly remembers Chuuya grabbing something from the bedroom before kissing him on the cheek.
He can feel his face flush at the thought, “Sneaky little slug..” Dazai mutters under his breath. Kunikida’s face looks horrified at the comment, Atsushi looks… he’s not even sure. Before he can finish his thoughts a voice interrupts, “So? Who’s the lucky lady hm?” Yosano gives him a wink, to which he just flashes her a smirk.
“Hm, well if you must know…” He can feel the way most in the room whip their heads towards him, Clearly interested. “I have a lovely wife! And well my dear chibi must’ve done this before leaving for work.” At the sound of the work ‘wife’ falling from Dazai’s mouth people looked like he sprouted two heads.
Atsushi suddenly shouted, “W-what!! There’s no way you have a wife!” Dazai just placed a hand on his heart and another on his head, “I'm wounded, Atsushi-kun! I can't believe you think I'm not capable of obtaining a wife..”
The boy immediately reddened, “That's not what I mean! You flirt with every woman you see!? Wouldn't your wife be mad at that?” Dazai just hummed thoughtfully, he supposes that the weretiger makes a good point.
“Well, he does pretend it doesn't bother him..” When Chuuya gets jealous, Dazai loves it.
He swears he hears Kunikida's pen break but pays no mind. “HE?!?” a couple voices yell at the same time, Dazai just blinked a few times. Not bothering to give them a reply, he puts in his headphones.
He tries to stifle a smile at the reactions of his co-workers, just he remembers the kiss Chuuya ever so kindly left on his cheek, he picks up his phone and snaps a pic of himself. Leaving even more confused agency members. Dazai sent this picture to his ‘wife’ with the message below: Chuuya wanting to mark me up as his huh?
It took no time at all before he got a reply, mostly just a string of curses but it still made him smile fondly.
The day is almost over, meaning he can finally go home and greet his chibi. He knows that his co-workers have been eyeing the kiss mark on his cheek that he had still to remove. With a loud enough sigh to gain others' attention Dazai gets up, “Well! I must go home and greet my wife.” At the mention of Dazai’s wife a few members perk up, Kunikida decided to speak, “Dazai, you do realise you’ll need to bring this… wife of yours in to sign marital records?”
“Yep! Chuuya loves paperwork so it shouldn’t be too big of an issue!” And with that he walked out the door, aware of the name he just spoke. He could hear the screeches from behind the door, which made him chuckle.