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Chuuya should have noticed something was really off from the second he didn´t get any daily messages from Dazai anymore and his worries only were confirmed when he saw Akutagawa walk by with a big basket filled with various sweet treats. Now the scene of Akutagawa with sweets may be weird but wouldn´t have been anything alarming, as sometimes his sister Gin or their girlfriend Higuchi would occasionally bake some goods for him.
What did worry Chuuya was what sort of baked goods were in Akutagawa´s big basket, various different French desserts along sides some typical Japanese and American treats were gathered in the large container. Chuuya only knew one person who was able to bake such treats and the various French ones were partly his fault as the person did know Chuuya´s clear adoration for the French culinarians. This said person was none less than his former partner Osamu Dazai.
Seeing the basket and the hunch of an idea of what´s going on he marched towards Akutagawa and asked him
“Akutagawa-kun could you maybe tell me from where you got these cakes, cookies and other treats?”
The younger only glanced at him confused for a second before straightening up again and answering the senior.
“I have met Dazai-san from the way back from a mission and he gifted me these treats, is there something wrong with them, ehmmm do you want some of them? ”
Akutagawa looked at Chuuya questioning what caught the attention of the executive from some cakes and cookies. Hearing that he was indeed right with who baked them, he frowned a bit before looking at the younger one in black.
“Thank you for the offer but no thanks and no there´s nothing wrong with the treats. I just wanted to prove my suspicion”
Akutagawa still looked confused but then excused himself and left with the basket, looking rather satisfied at the pile of goods that his former mentor has gifted him.
Chuuya´s worries grew when he discovered that Akutagawa wasn´t the only one to have some kind of baked goods from Dazai.
Hirotsu-san got a big pile of his favourite dessert, along sides some other snacks for the rest of the Black Lizard and also Kouyou-san had quite a few of neatly packaged boxes containing various of traditional Japanese goods.
Chuuya even has seen somebody carry a box of sugary Cupcakes, only to be delivered to Q/Yumeno downstairs in their little room and Chuuya had to agree that this was very sweet of Dazai as Yumeno was rarely seen as excited as when they got the cupcakes and were allowed to eat them.
What surprised Chuuya maybe the most was that even Mori-san got some cute decorated cakes sent, though they were probably rather meant for Elise rather than Mori-san. Actually, there was a big tag saying they were exclusively for Elise because who would in their right mind gift Mori any kind of nice treats.
Chuuya wouldn´t like to imagine that his feared suspicion may be true, now it wasn´t abnormal for Dazai to bake and maybe gift them to others but he never baked so many at once, except once.
Once when they were younger and Dazai just discovered his skill and love for baking and he would occasionally would try out some new recipes that would be tested out from whoever wanted.
It would be also exaggerating to say that Dazai was the best baker but he did manage to do it quite well, that even Elise once mentioned that Dazai´s cakes were actually better than these from most bakeries.
But in their youths it did once escalated and Dazai was in a terrible state for a couple of days when he overdid himself and started to bake non-stop.
Wasn´t it for Chuuya forcing him to stop he may have worked himself to death, which would have been very out of character for Dazai who actually hated to work and hardly did any even.
Chuuya decide that it may be for the best to check up on his idiot (totally not because he was very worried ) and quickly left to go to the Armed Detective Agency.
When he arrived there, there seemed to be no trace of Dazai except of the many piles of baskets and boxes filled with treats.
Standing at the door step, he looked over the detectives, noticing that all of them had some kind of baked goods next to them. Out of all the piles it seemed that the biggest was belonging to the one detective who was known to be the pillar of the Armed Detective Agency, now said detective looked up from his papers and started to stare at Chuuya for a second. But before Ranpo could have said anything it seems that he wasn´t the only one to know notice the mafioso at the door.
“What is somebody from the Port Mafia doing here!!!”
Screamed Kunikida, who seemed more stressed than normal, probably because Dazai was obviously missing and therefore wasn´t here to do his share of work.
“Ahh Chuuya-san hello, are you here to visit Dazai? If yes I have to inform you that he isn´t here today”
Another voice spoke up, it was Atsushi the weretiger and also somebody who Chuuya crossed paths quite often whenever he was with Dazai on a mission. Technically he just now noticed he met Dazai quite a handful of times when he was outside the Port Mafia building.
Chuuya gives him a polite smile and glances again at the many baked goods in the Agency while Kunikida still didn´t get an answer and after a while came to conclusion he won´t get one, joining the rest of the ADA just curiously looking at what is going to unfold here.
“Thank you Atsushi, but do you perhaps know from where these treats all suddenly came from I just want to prove something before jumping to conclusions”
“Huh” Atsushi face showed a bit of confusion before answering “Ehh I think Dazai-san delivered them here but then he also left really quick after that. I did try to check on him with Kyouka but he wasn´t at his place by the agency´s dormitory ”
“Is something wrong with Dazai-san, Chuuya-san?” Atsushi added to his train of thoughts, worry clearly laced in his voice.
Chuuya felt sympathy with the boy and gives him an encouraging smile before patting him on his head.
“No need to worry kid that idiot, he just did something stupid again and it´s my job to fix it once again”
“Would you want any help?” the tiger boy offered, standing awkwardly shifting from one to another foot subtly, to which the red head just softly shook his head declining the kind offer from the boy and with a short hand wave he again left the Agency off to find his bastard of a bastard.