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The Detective Agency was quite the peculiar place. Stepping through the doors of the Agency, you could expect a multitude of different types of things going on around the building. Loose farm animals, papers scattered around – and honestly, just an overwhelming amount of confusing occurrences that seem to follow both the members of the ADA, alongside their allies.
This typical Tuesday, Yosano had walked out of her infirmary, expecting the usual chaotic scene of tossed candy wrappers, pens and documents. What she didn’t expect, however, was Nakahara Chuuya of the Port Mafia, being gently cradled in the arms of the agency’s laziest member – Osamu Dazai.
“I see the mission was successful…” Yosano began, trying incredibly hard to ignore the fact that there was a literal Port Mafia Executive sleeping in the lap of her coworker.
“Mhm.” Dazai said, uncharacteristically quiet – attempting to keep the atmosphere near-silent in order to avoid a certain redhead waking up.
“And why exactly is Nakahara here?” Questioned Yosano, who at this point was done with this whole conversation and ready to take her break.
A simple shrug is all she got in return. Yosano took this as a sign to simply leave, leaving Kunikida to deal with- whatever that was.
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With Chuuya’s back in one hand, and his other reaching under the back of Chuuya’s knees, Dazai had slowly and ever so carefully walked into the ADA building.
Each step of the staircase felt like a motion bomb - one wrong jolt would awaken the mafioso near-instantly.
Looking down at the man sleeping in his arms, Dazai couldn’t help but trace his features. Each freckle that graced his skin. Each eyelash that connected to closed lids.
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As Chuuya slowly blinked is eyes open, his hazy gaze flicked around the room, half blinded by the sickly lights overhead.
“Is the little Chibi finally awake?”
“Mmf…”
“You going to answer me?”
“…”
Dazai hadn’t expected it to take very long for Chuuya to wake up, however he didn’t expect Chuuya to continue sleeping after waking up the very first time.
It was quite cute honestly. Having the redhead crawled up against Dazai, head slightly poking out against Dazai’s neck. It reminded them of their Port Mafia days – when Chuuya would be assigned too many back-to-back missions, and would just fall asleep on Dazai’s shoulder during car rides.
It was peaceful. Something that wasn’t very common for them anymore – due to both their professions and lives in general.
“Love you…Osamu…” Chuuya whispered under his breath, be it because of embarrassment or fatigue, Dazai did not know. All he knew was that there was one thing left for him to say in return.
“Love you too, Chuuya.” He whispered back, feeling the tension leave his chest. Feeling the breath against his neck. Feeling the slow rise and fall of Chuuya’s chest against his.