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When he was still with the Sheep, holidays such as Valentine’s Day, Christmas, New Years and others were never that big of a topic. The group of children was much too busy staying alive and defending themselves to celebrate. Due to these circumstances, Chuuya may have heard of these holidays, some more than others, but he never knew the exact details. Now, with the Port Mafia, it was a bit of a different story.
Since he joined the organization, he had to worry about survival a lot less. Sure, missions were dangerous and there’d been a couple close calls. But Chuuya was strong and so managed to live, oftentimes unscathed. The pay was good. Enough to afford food and living space. He no longer had to steal and fear whether he and his group would die from the lack of necessities to live. Subsequently, he had more time to learn more about the world. Holidays, traditions, and even mundane things such as day to day activities.
Christmas was nice. For some reason, he’d spent it with his shitty partner. New Year’s was also spent with said partner. So now, as a new holiday approached, Chuuya was already halfway into settling for spending it with Dazai again. As much as he hated that suicidal maniac, he might be the reason why Chuuya didn’t have to be alone on these special days.
Neither he nor Dazai had a real family. They were children in the Mafia after all. Both lonely in their own way. Somehow, sometime along the line, despite all the fights and misunderstandings, they had become a source of comfort to each other in the dark world they resided in. So, really, it only made sense for them to enjoy the holidays together. And this particular holiday - Valentine’s Day - was even more special.
It all started a week prior when Chuuya’d seen an advertisement as he was shopping for groceries on a day off. A huge billboard, a picture of a man and a woman sitting close together, illuminated by candlelight, happy expressions on their faces as they seemingly exchanged pretty, wrapped gifts. The caption of the advertisement read: ‘Valentine’s Day - a celebration of partner- and companionship in past, present and future!’ followed by some bullshit about a sale on chocolate.
Celebration of partner- and companionship, hm?
Of course, Chuuya’s thoughts were almost instantly occupied by brown hair, a dark eye, bandages, and an obnoxious, teasing grin. He couldn’t help but think this might be a great experience, an addition to his list of holidays and traditions, a list that continuously expanded as he learned more about life. If this was truly a time to celebrate partnership, he had just the person to drag into spending the day with him. And now that he had the ressources, he’d ensure they celebrated it properly.
Later that day, he consoled the internet on what exactly it meant - celebrating Valentine’s Day - and what he was supposed to do. Most articles were irritatingly filled with pink hearts, something he didn’t understand but quickly chalked up to being a Valentine’s Day specific thing. He did at last find an article that seemed good enough, titled ‘Tips to celebrate a perfect Valentine’s Day with your partner!’. A few hours later, Chuuya had a fully fledged plan to make this day the most memorable Valentine’s Day he and Dazai ever experienced, not that either of them celebrated it before, ever.
The next day, he barged into Mori’s office and slammed a leave request form on his desk. “I want to apply for a leave for both Dazai and me. On the 14th of February.” He explained, courtly. Mori looked at the papers, then at him, then raised a curious eyebrow. “Not that I mind, but why’s that? Got plans?” He asked. Chuuya crossed his arms and stood up straight. “We’re celebrating Valentine’s Day together! So could you please sign these?” He stated, quite proud of himself for managing to ask their boss such a thing. He’d never exactly applied for leave before.
Mori tensed at that. “Oh? I mean- I did see something there, but when did you develop such a… special relationship? And why did neither of you tell me?” Chuuya tilted his head in confusion. “Weren’t you the one who assigned us partners the moment we met? Valentine’s Day is to celebrate partnerships. And he’s my partner, isn’t he?”
Something akin to realization settled on Mori’s face. Then his expression was overtaken by a grin as he grabbed a pen and signed the papers. “Well, alright! You both get the day off. Please, enjoy your date~” Chuuya didn’t understand what part of this made Mori think it was a date, but he was far too relieved at getting the first step of his plan done.
Step one: Make sure Dazai and I both have the day off so no missions get in the way.
Mori watched with amusement as Chuuya took the papers and left. Technically, he didn’t lie to Chuuya. He simply didn’t correct his misconception of the term ‘partner’. Plus: There was something between these two from the start, that much he could tell. Maybe this would give the two of them a push into the right direction and finally drive either one of them to realization or a confession.
—
It was 9 AM on the 14th of February, when Chuuya woke Dazai up. He made sure to get up earlier to set his plan in motion, careful to let his partner rest some more. At this point, the two of them basically shared Chuuya’s apartment. The bed was big enough for two people and neither of them would be far, should the other be plagued by nightmares or an angry god trying to drill a hole into their skull.
Both of them had their bad nights. But being near each other made them much more bearable. So ever since Dazai started oh-so-rudely inviting himself over, they were basically living together. Neither of them actually minded, despite the constant complaints about having to be in each other’s presence. Now, Chuuya’s plan was in motion.
Step two: Breakfast in bed, ask him to be your Valentine.
Chuuya’d read that usually, one half of the partnership would ask the other the question ‘Will you be my Valentine?’ If the other accepted, they’d officially spend the day together. Another thing Chuuya read was that established partnerships would start the day off with things such as a sweet good morning or bringing your partner breakfast in bed. Of course Chuuya couldn’t miss out on that, considering they’d been partners basically since they met. Plus, what was the difference? Chuuya was always the one making food for both him and Dazai since the shitty mackerel would just end up burning down the kitchen if he was allowed anywhere around a stove. So really, the only difference was that Chuuya walked a few extra feet to plop their breakfast down on their bed.
“Wake up, shitty Dazai!” He greeted, watching as his partner stirred. He felt kind of bad, waking him up, considering Dazai didn’t sleep that much and could use every minute of rest he could get. But this was important damnit! And Chuuya had put so much effort into making their breakfast pancakes that it would be a shame if Dazai didn’t eat some!
Dazai groaned and swatted at Chuuya’s hand that came close to pulling his hair in an attempt to drag him upwards. “Chibi~ What’s wrong with you! Let me sleep!” He slurred. Chuuya sighed and placed their food on the nightstand, putting his entire (admittedly not large) weight into jumping on the bed, making Dazai bounce upwards. Dazai whined, but finally sat himself up.
If Chuuya quietly thought about how adorable the sleepy brunette’s bedhead looked, that thought was only for himself to have.
“I made breakfast, jackass. And I put lots of effort into it! You better eat!” Chuuya crossed his arms and pulled the tray of food close, resting it on both his and his partner’s legs. Dazai suddenly looked very awake and stared at the food. Chuuya watched from the side. Would the mackerel like it? He made the pancakes heart-shaped, considering how hearts seemed to be a common thing surrounding this day. But Dazai simply blinked, bewildered, his look moving from the pancakes, to Chuuya, to the pancakes, back to Chuuya. After a good two minutes:
“...You made heart-shaped pancakes and brought them to bed?” Chuuya rolled his eyes at the shock present on the other’s face. It was kind of funny, he barely saw this look from Dazai. He only really knew it from a couple of moments where Chuuya’s been just a little too close. Why was the look present in this context? The ginger didn’t know. “Congratulations Mackerel. You have eyes.” He instead deadpanned. “Now eat before I regret this and make you sit in the kitchen.”
Dazai swiftly complied, but only after Chuuya agreed to feeding him some forks full of pancake. Chuuya decided to humor him for once. After all, he did plan this day to celebrate their partnership, not to cause random fights.
Honestly, Chuuya was impressed by Dazai managing to eat his entire portion of food. The other boy was usually prone to eating at maximum half of his plate before dumping the rest over to Chuuya. (“ Chibis need enough food, otherwise they’ll never grow!” - his words that always made Chuuya second-guess putting up with his menace of a partner.)
But today, Dazai ate his entire potion, and he didn’t even look sick afterwards. Chuuya dared to ask about the unusual situation. Dazai simply looked away, mumbling something along the lines of how Chuuya even put in the effort to make them heart-shaped, and how he couldn’t not eat such a thoughtful breakfast. Chuuya didn’t see his face as he said that, but he swore he could see a faint red tint on Dazai’s ears. Curious.
Once they finished eating, Chuuya got to the second part of this step. He lifted Dazai’s plate from the tray, giving him a view of the card nestled discreetly under it. Apparently it was called a Valentine’s card or something like that. Once again, it was heart-shaped. Really, Why were hearts such a big thing on this day? Well, nevermind that. These cards were apparently meant to have something sweet written on them, like a poem, and whatever it was, was usually followed by a ‘Will you be my Valentine?’. Of course Chuuya put in his best efforts.
“Dear Dazai, bane of my existence
You suck, you’re annoying, but you still gotta listen
I heard that today is Valentine’s day
It’s apparently important, so ignoring it would not be okay
I read it’s a day to celebrate partnerships and such
And I do have a partner, even if I hate him so much
I still have to ask him, begrudgingly so
Even if writing this feels like putting up an unnecessary show
Considering how making this took so much of my time
You should definitely be required to be my Valentine.
-Slug”
Really, it was perfect. Top tier poetry right there. In fact, Chuuya should totally quit the Mafia and become a full-time poet. That would be great.
Dazai, upon reading through the card, seemingly shut down, staring at it while Chuuya waited eagerly. Surely the guy would appreciate his efforts. Otherwise, Chuuya might have to kick him out of the window and make him swear to never, ever remind him of this.
Dazai’s expression was carefully blank. Like the genius's brain was overheating right then and there. Chuuya glared at him from the side. Could the damn guy just give him an answer already?! After a while, Dazai finally moved and stared at him in disbelief.
“...Is this you, asking me to be your Valentine?” He spoke quietly, voice no louder than a whisper. Why was this such a big deal to the guy? They were partners after all! What was he acting so surprised for?! “Of course. What else would it be?” Chuuya asked, pouting. “If you don’t like it just tell me! I can’t promise not to get mad though. I put a lot of effort into this you ass so you better appreciate that! So, what? Do you accept?” Dazai, whose skin suddenly seemed slightly more red, stared at him for another moment, before throwing himself on Chuuya in a hug. Chuuya froze, unsure of what to do. Had he done something wrong? But then he felt tremors going through his body, tremors of amusement. Dazai was laughing. Genuinely laughing.
Oh.
Well, that was certainly a sound.
“Of course~ How could I refuse such a cute Valentine’s proposal from my dog?!” Dazai spoke in a cheerful voice. Chuuya instantly sent him a glare, pushing him off. “Not a dog.” Dazai, as always, was having none of that. “Yes you are my dog! My dog who asked me out for Valentine’s Day! In a very adorable way at that~” Chuuya wanted to strangle him, but he forced himself to come down. There were a bunch more things on the list they’d go through during the day!
“Great then. Now that that's settled, get up, you bandaged fish. We have plans for today!” Dazai raised an eyebrow. “And what about work, Mr. I-never-take-a-day-off-unless-absolutely-necessary?” Chuuya pulled Mori’s papers from the drawer next to the bed. “Mori gave both of us the day off. So we’re free to do whatever, which means we have lots of time to enjoy the celebrations!” Dazai seemed taken aback. “You- You applied for a leave? For both of us?” Chuuya only nodded in response and then dragged his partner out of bed. “Yup. Now get dressed before I shove you out there in your pajamas! I suggest warm clothes. It’s still cold outside.” And with that, the two boys got ready for the rest of their day.
Step three: Go spend some quality time and have fun.
Fun activities together strengthened the bond of a partnership. At least that’s what the article said. And Chuuya couldn’t say anything against it. With each and every mission they went on, he and Dazai developed their strange bond further. Trust and care and such things, things Chuuya didn’t know he could feel on such a deep level. Until he met the suicidal idiot, that is.
“Chuuyaaaa~ Where are we going?~” Dazai whined, clinging onto Chuuya’s arm as they stalked through the cold February air. Chuuya tried shaking him off, but it didn’t seem to work. Apparently, his mackerel was in koala mode today. Which usually meant he’d barely, if ever, detach himself from Chuuya’s side.
Today however, it felt a little different. Dazai wasn’t clinging onto him in a way that hurt, no. His hold was gentle, almost careful. He was also more quiet than usual, actually shutting up for minutes at a time rather than annoying Chuuya to death with quips left and right. Chuuya had no idea why the difference was there though.
“You’ll see, it’s really not that special.” He grumbled as they turned around another corner. Almost there.
Then, finally, they found themselves at an all-too-familiar place. It was their arcade. The one they went to the first time they worked together. The one where they met the Sheep, and Chuuya chose going with Dazai over returning to them. A choice he never regretted, though he’d never admit that to his partner, of course.
“Told you: Nothing special.” When Chuuya looked back up at his partner, said partner was already smiling his wicked smile, the one Chuuya knew all-too-well. “Aw~ Is Chibi so desperate to lose against me again? Well then, let’s go inside! I will beat you in every game once again~” Chuuya’s own competitiveness flared up. “Oh you’re on, jackass!” He hissed as Dazai dragged him into the arcade.
Dazai won overall, no surprises there. Of course that cheater would win! After all, slimy mackerels never played fair! Chuuya made sure Dazai knew he was angry by pushing him over and nearly strangling him to death. Dazai, despite his position under Chuuya, didn’t seem all that worried, simply laughing and staring up at him as everyone around them threw them glares, weirded out.
“Aw~ Chuuya is such a sore loser! Don’t be so upset, Chibi~ You’ll never grow like that!” Chuuya had to restrain himself from bashing his partner’s head into the ground. That wouldn’t be pretty, and he wasn’t exactly keen on explaining any injuries to Mori.
They played some more games, and Chuuya actually managed to win some of them. Dazai’s pouting whenever he was the one to lose was an expression Chuuya loved to see. It was just so funny, watching Dazai lose for once.
Hours later, they decided to leave and move on to the next part of their day. But not before messing around with these machines with plushies in them. The ones you had to grab with a claw and successfully maneuver over to take them out. Dazai made an effort to grab a blue fish plushie, happily handing it over to Chuuya. “With this, you always have something that reminds you of me~” Were his words. Chuuya cursed him out, telling him that he’d never keep such an ugly thing.
…Then, he retaliated by fishing out an orange slug plushie and shoving it into Dazai’s chest. It was only natural! Payback for the other’s stupid actions. And then, he watched Dazai’s expression as he was handed the slug plushie. Chuuya expected teasing, or maybe an insult. What he didn’t expect, however, was Dazai squeezing the plushie to his chest, holding it close, cheeks once again dusted with that same red that seemed present since the moment he woke up. It was quite an adorable sight, especially as Dazai safely tucked the plushie into his coat.
…huh?!
Chuuya didn’t know what it was that he was feeling, but something was swirling in his stomach. Warm and foreign, a sensation he’d only ever felt with Dazai. Was this the feeling of bonding with someone? Like the article described? No, it was slightly different. And Chuuya couldn’t categorize it for the life of him.
“...C’mon, Mackerel. We’re not done quite yet.” He spoke after a while, grabbing onto Dazai’s hand like it was second nature. Might as well be by now, the other boy’s touch had always felt warm and comforting. Maybe it was his ability and the fact he was able to silence Arahabaki. Though Chuuya had the distinct feeling that that wasn’t all.
Step four: Buy him flowers and chocolate
Another thing the website taught him about, was that chocolate and flowers were a common gift given to one’s partner on Valentine’s Day. Something about sweetness and showing them appreciation. Chuuya didn’t appreciate the mackerel! Not at all! But he’d already resigned himself to going full out for today, and such an important part simply couldn’t be left out. So, like any normal person would, he sat Dazai down on a bench in a park and told him to wait there for a few minutes. Dazai had tilted his head in confusion, but he nodded and busied himself with some game on his phone as Chuuya hurried off to the row of shops just a few dozen meters away.
His first stop was the flower shop. Fortunately, it was empty and so he didn’t have to worry about taking too long. Now he just had to face the challenge of what type of flowers he’d get for his mackerel. The older lady at the cash register looked friendly enough, and so Chuuya decided to ask her for help. She was a flower lady, she had to know which ones would work best!
The lady didn’t seem all that fazed, even when Chuuya rushed up to her and lightly slammed his fists on the counter. “I need flowers.” He stated, simple. The lady smiled softly. “Oh? What type of flowers, young man?” Chuuya sighed. “They’re for my partner. A Valentine’s bouquet.” He said. For some reason, the woman’s expression lit up with warmth. “Such a sweet child. You know, it’s so rare to find people your age looking for flowers! A pity, really, they’re such a sweet gift for Valentine’s Day. I may have an idea for what you could get.” Chuuya, simply glad to have found some help, followed her to what seemed to be the rose section.
It took a couple minutes, but soon enough, he had a bouquet picked out. Or well, the old lady picked out the flowers, ranting on about the meaning of the colors. Chuuya didn’t listen. He didn’t need to know every detail about the so-called language of flowers. All he knew was that they were a popular gift flower for today and that was enough.
Soon enough, they returned to the cash register, Chuuya swiping his card to pay for the mixture of red and white roses. “There we go, I’m sure she will love them.” The older lady said with a smile. Chuuya blinked. “Actually, he’s a guy.” He corrected, deciding not to dwell on the implications behind the woman assuming the roses were for a girl. He wasn’t that dumb, he knew flowers, especially roses, were often given as a romantic gift. But there was nothing romantic about this, right? It was just a gift for his partner.
“Oh?” The lady’s smile widened. “That’s great too. I’m sure he will love them, then. I’m glad you get to be who you are.” Odd. What exactly did she mean by that? She couldn’t possibly be talking about romance… right?
His question was answered as he waved and left the shop. “Young love, how beautiful.” She sighed quietly, but Chuuya heard.
What the fuck.
Chuuya speed-walked to the next store that looked to be selling chocolates.
What the fuck. There’s no such thing as love to find here! Especially not with that guy! Nope.
Very quickly, he decided to stop his train of thought before it derailed any further, swiftly picking up some chocolate he knew Dazai liked. He was just buying roses and chocolate for his partner. On a day that celebrates partnership. There was nothing more to it. No romance or similar involved.
Absent-mindedly, he paid for the chocolate before finally returning to where he left Dazai. The mackerel was still sitting there, looking up once Chuuya stepped closer. One brown eye widened almost comically as Chuuya stretched out his arm to hand over the roses, turning his head to the side to avoid looking Dazai in the eye. Chuuya felt his own face heat up as he mumbled a “Happy Valentine’s.”. Suddenly, this whole situation felt much more awkward and intimate. What was even going on here? Why was he blushing?! Chuuya Nakahara didn’t blush! Especially not at dumb, slimy mackerels who stared at him wide-eyed at the prospect of receiving roses!
Slowly, Dazai took the roses. Their fingers brushed together. It was like a zap of electricity rushed through Chuuya’s entire body. Calm down you fucking idiot. Geez, it’s not like shitty Dazai never touched you before!
Dazai buried his nose in the roses, then looked up at the ginger with a small, shy smile. Well. That was the end of Chuuya Nakahara. This was how he was gonna die. Put to death by Dazai’s utterly deadly smile. Not a bad way to go, he thought, before internally smacking himself for even thinking such a thing in his head.
Why the fuck , was his mind thrown in such chaos! Nothing even happened! Well, nothing besides the realization that Dazai’s small, genuine smile at receiving a bouquet was quite possibly one of his favorite things in the world now.
“Chuuya even got me chocolates?!” Dazai said, effectively pulling the other out of his spiral. Chuuya breathed in, then out, forcing himself to calm down. This was fine. “Of course I did. It’s part of this whole day, isn’t it?” Dazai nodded and patted the spot on the bench next to him. “Ne, Chibi~ Let’s share!” And well, Chuuya’d never been one to say no to Dazai sharing chocolate with him, so he pushed all his weird thoughts away and simply decided to enjoy the moment rather than think about the mess that was his suddenly rioting brain.
When Dazai leaned his head on Chuuya’s shoulder, he made no moves to push him off. They still had some time left before they had to get to the next part, after all.
Step five: Go to a restaurant you both enjoy and have a candlelight dinner
For this step, Chuuya’d made a reservation at one of the fanciest seafood restaurants around. He knew Dazai liked their crab, as the two sometimes ordered from there. But they’d never actually eaten in it.
To be fair: They were out of place, but what’s new. Two 15-years-olds in a fancy restaurant usually only frequented by rich old people and stuck up married couples wearing more pieces of jewelry than they had brain cells? Pretty out of place. Thankfully, no one questioned them. They were simply led to their table and given menus.
Soon enough, they started fighting over which of the dishes was the best, but for the sake of appearance, they limited their usual yelling to loud whispers, and the usual punching to kicking each other’s legs under the table. As Chuuya glared at his partner once again, mouth open to bring up the next point in his argument, his words got stuck in his throat.
The warm glow of the candles gave Dazai’s face a healthy, golden shine. The flames reflected in his eye, making the usually pretty dead-looking, piercing gaze light up. Dazai’s eye color was undeniably pretty. Actually, the whole of Dazai was undeniably pretty, as much as Chuuya hated to admit to it.
Briefly, he wondered what it would take for Dazai to walk around without the face bandages, with his other eye showing.
“Chuuya’s at a loss of words, that means I win!” …Leave it to Dazai to interrupt his very important moment of staring at him. Chuuya was about to kick him again when they were swiftly interrupted by their orders arriving, cutting their conversation off. After sending his partner another glare, Chuuya busied himself with his food, so did Dazai.
And if Chuuya continued discreetly staring at the other, watching the candlelight dance in his eye, then that was no one’s business but his own. And if Dazai noticed, then he didn’t say a word.
Step six: Something nice to bring the day to a successful end, like a walk or something
For the final part of the plan, Chuuya settled for taking Dazai stargaze. Of course they couldn’t just do it like normal people. No. Of course they had to break into an abandoned office building, sneak up to the roof and sit there! There was simply no other way.
Dazai, being the menace he was, had taken on the task of breaking in. Considering the two were mafioso and very used to such acts, it really wasn’t much of a difficulty. Once on the roof, they plopped down near the edge, shoulder to shoulder, overlooking the entire city. Its lights, its movements, and also the moon and stars in the night sky. The flowers and chocolate were settled behind them, so were their newly acquired plushies, a safe distance from the drop their legs were swinging over.
After a while, Chuuya dared to ask. “Well, how did I do, organizing this day for us?” Dazai hummed, his gaze drifting upwards at the sky. “A full day spent with Chibi, I really couldn’t ask for anything worse.” And despite how mean it may sound, Chuuya detected the fondness. Dazai enjoyed it, just as he did. Considering that, he blurted out the next thing that came to his mind. “Does that mean we’ll celebrate it again next year?” He asked. Dazai’s head whipped around as he stared at him, then a teasing grin overtook his expression.
“Aw~ The Chibi enjoyed our date so much, he’s already planning for the future!” Chuuya felt himself blush once again. What was Dazai even on about?! “Who enjoyed which date! No such thing happened!” He complained. Because this wasn’t a date. …right? This was only for their partnership! Their work partnership! What other type of partnership even was there—
Oh.
“Chuuya~ You literally asked me on a date by asking me to be your Valentine~ Don’t you remember?”
Oh.
“You even got me flowers. And chocolate. And a plushie. And we had dinner, just the two of us, in a fancy restaurant~”
Oh shit.
This–
“Plus, Valentine’s Day is literally a lovers’ holiday! A day for couples to go on dates and such!”
This was really bad. This was absolutely fucking terrible.
“But there’s no need to be embarrassed, dear slug~ You can just admit you like me! Just as I like you~”
Horrible. Absolutely horrible. How the fuck had he ended up with a crush?! His first at that! And it was on the idiot he was supposed to hate! The idiot who hated him just as much! The idiot who’d never like him back–
Wait.
What.
Chuuya’s head snapped up. “...What do you mean, you like me?” He asked quietly. Dazai pouted in annoyance. “Is my dog deaf now?! I said: I like you. As in: I like like you. As in, I’d definitely go on another date with you!”
And just like that, something in Chuuya’s world fell into place.
The blushing, the warmth. Of fucking course it was a crush. Because out of all the fucking people in the world, Chuuya really just had to go catch feelings for a suicidal maniac with dead fish eyes, a love for crab, a morbid talent for all things mafia and so much more. Of course it just had to be Dazai. His partner in crime, the one person who knew just about everything about him, the one person he fully trusted with his life.
“Geez, Chibi~ Don’t look so surprised. I thought you knew already! I literally confessed to you like a day after I met you!” Chuuya nearly jumped at that. “What the fuck do you mean– waiT- YOU WERE BEING SERIOUS WITH THAT?!” Dazai snorted. “Mhm~ And it still holds weight. To be honest, when you gave me that Valentine’s Card I at first thought you were just messing with me, teasing me about these dumb feelings I can’t get rid off. But, all in all, today’s been nice, don’t you think?”
Chuuya was at a loss for words. Not only had he just realized that he liked the stupid mackerel, he hadn’t even realized that he spent the entire day basically on a date with said mackerel. Suddenly, Mori’s amusement as well as the flowershop lady’s words made a whole lot more sense.
A day to celebrate partnerships, as in: romantic partnerships.
Somehow, Chuuya felt very stupid at that exact moment.
But, thinking back on it, the day was kind of fun. If that’s what dating means…
“Just to be perfectly clear, Mackerel, even though I like you, it doesn’t mean I don’t hate you still!” He grumbled, blushing more and turning away as his hand found Dazai’s, their fingers intertwining. Dazai squeezed his hand. “Chibi~ You’re not exactly making much sense right now~” Chuuya blushed some more. “I hate you. Shut up.” Another squeeze. “Make me, then.” Chuuya quickly snapped his gaze back up again. There was some sincere warmth in the expression on his partner’s face. And something like anticipation.
“Y’know what. Fuck this.”
And with that, Chuuya surged forward, pressing his lips to Dazai’s as best as he could manage, considering his astounding amount of experience of none at all. And Dazai, with the same soft awkwardness, kissed him back. It was so stupid. It was so fucking obvious neither of them ever kissed anyone before. But to them, in that moment, it was perfect. And just like that, their mouths remained connected for a few more seconds until eventually, they had to pull apart. However, instead of separating, their foreheads met in a soft touch.
Even though the original intention slightly differed from the outcome, Chuuya really couldn’t find it in himself to complain. After all, this date, although unintentional, ended with him acquiring a boyfriend. And something deep in Chuuya’s soul knew, screamed at him loudly, that this particular connection wasn’t gonna be one that could be severed.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mackerel.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Slug.”