Archive of Our Own ^beta

If there is one thing that Chuuya knows about Dazai it’s that he does the bare minimum, sometimes even less, when it comes to taking care of himself. Not that it’s any of his business, but it’s hard to miss when your partner, the person you spend the most time with, comes in with the same clothes as yesterday, looks like he hasn’t eaten in days, or has eye bags bigger than his ego. Usually these aren’t things that particularly bother Chuuya, but it becomes a headache when the brunette in question begins to complain about his overly grown, unkempt hair constantly being in his way.

“This is stupid, if you’re going to keep complaining about your hair just cut it off,” he says while closing his eyes to try and subdue the headache that began to fester a few hours prior. Filling out paperwork while listening to Dazai complain could be used as a torture method, really. He couldn’t think of a worse way to spend his time.

Dazai hums in response from the desk right across from him as he once again tries to push his hair behind his ear, not yet long enough to stay in place. It was the cause of his constant complaints of the day. “That’s too much work chibi, what if I cut it too short, or unevenly, or cut my finger, or stab my eye - “

“How would that even-”

“or my fingers get a cramp from holding the scissors, or-”

“OKAY. I get it, you’ll die if you cut your hair. Stop complaining about it and let me work then,” the redhead huffs, keeping his eyes on the paper currently sitting on his desk that he needs to finish before he heads home. As he rushes to complete it, he vaguely wonders if Dazai finished his work. Probably not. He never does. It’s a wonder how he became an executive with his poor work habits. 

Dazai pouts in response, Chuuya was always so serious when he did his work, he should’ve learned to follow along by now he thinks. It wouldn’t kill him to not finish his work one day out of the whole year.

Besides, Dazai was getting bored just sitting here. He takes a deep breath and lets out the longest, most dramatic sigh he could possibly muster, putting on his fake sad eyes and spinning around in the chair slowly to catch Chuuya’s attention before he begins speaking.

“Well, I do have one idea, that would solve my problem…”

No response. He tries again.

“It’s a simple plan,” he nods to himself, Chuuya still not taking the bait as he gets closer to the bottom end of the page he was working on, the last of his pile. 

“In fact, it’s so simple we wouldn’t even need to leave the building!” Dazai exclaims in an overly excited voice. 

He notes that Chuuya glances up at the word “we” and smiles, he’s almost got him. The rest should be easy.

“Chuuya should cut my hair instead!”

And he bites. 

Chuuya rolls his eyes. ”What makes you think I would want to spend my time off of work doing your shitty hair?” he questions while placing the last portion of his finished work of the day on the counter where it will later be picked up. He was exhausted, a nice shower and sleep sounded like the perfect way to end his night, not helping Dazai find a way to avoid doing his own personal hygiene.

Dazai blinks, big brown eyes looking up at Chuuya while the shorter goes to put his belongings away,”Chuuya always wants to touch me, i’m basically granting your wish.”

Chuuya glances at Dazai as he closes his desks’ drawer, feeling his headache begin to fade as his day is seemingly coming to an end,” I don't want to touch you Mackerel, I want to stay alive and that unfortunately means having to touch you sometimes. Actually, you’re the one that reaches out to me so really you want to touch me.”

Dazai scrunches his nose,”I never want to touch Chuuya, it leaves a funny smell on my hand.”

Chuuya’s eye twitches. Seriously, he doesn’t know how he puts up with this guy.

“So I shouldn’t cut your hair. Glad we agree.”

“Huh? No-”

Chuuya goes to open the door without sparing Dazai a glance,”I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Before he knew it, Dazai’s foot was in front of the door, preventing him from leaving the room. What was with this guy? He could get the best hairdresser in all of Japan if he really wanted to. 

“Cut my hair”

“No”

They both stare at each other with a sense of stubbornness flowing between the two. Chuuya thinks this may be the dumbest thing they’ve ever argued about, and they’ve argued over a bunch of stupid things.

“You don’t even like how I cut hair.”

In Dazai’s defense, he didn’t think that making a joke or two about a haircut really meant that he didn’t like it. Not that he would tell Chuuya that.

For a moment, Chuuya thinks about pushing Dazai to the side so he could leave. It wouldn’t be hard. If there was anything the younger lacked was physical ability. His skills were far below what was needed by most in the mafia to survive.

After a few moments of silence, Dazai speaks again, “Please?”

Chuuya let out a sigh of his own, albeit not as dramatic as his partner’s and thought over his options.

Option 1: He could shove Dazai out of the way and head home, take his relaxing shower and maybe have a glass of wine to destress before he sleeps. But, Dazai is a stubborn man. He knows that if he goes through with this choice that means that Dazai will keep bugging him day after day to cut his hair. He can almost hear him. He can feel his future headaches forming already.

Or

Option 2: He can suck it up and just cut Dazai’s hair right now. It shouldn’t take long. Maybe 15 minutes if he rushes before he can head home. He can get it over with right now and try to keep his future self happy.

Chuuya clenches his jaw.

“Fine. I’ll cut your stupid hair.”

Dazai’s face instantly lights up as he pulls a pair of scissors out of his coat’s pocket and hands them over to his partner before turning around, “go ahead!”

Chuuya stares at him for a second, wondering if Dazai was being purposely stupid or if he seriously thought that he was going to cut his hair in the middle of their office with no type of preparation. He’s lucky he’s pretty enough that people choose to ignore his disaster of a hair maintenance. Personally, Chuuya would not leave his house with his hair such a mess, but to each their own he supposes.

“I’m not cutting your hair here. Let’s go to one of the bathrooms.”

The two made their way to one of the bathrooms in the Port Mafia building where they knew they would not be bothered. Chuuya made sure to take one of the chairs from their office and albeit from the few questioning stares from their subordinates, they weren’t bothered on their way there.

Before the real hair cutting began, Chuuya had Dazai soak his hair in the sink, causing a mess of water when the man decided to fling his head back, the water splattering over two walls, the ceiling, and partly on Chuuya. 

The red head took a deep breath. He seemed to do that a lot today.

“Sit on the chair, I can’t cut your hair comfortably while you’re standing.”

“Because Chuuya is so short he can’t reach?” the taller asks, knowing the answer to that question very well seeing the 20cm height difference between the two. 

Chuuya narrows his eyes as the taller sits, resisting the urge to completely make a mess of his partner’s hair. Who knows, maybe he’ll appreciate being bald for the foreseeable future. 

“You’re being too rude for someone who’s hair I can easily ruin.”

Dazai all but stopped breathing at that moment. Huh, maybe he does have enough sense of self respect. Chuuya wouldn’t have purposely messed up anyways, he knows his partner would have no problem seeking his revenge and would rather not wake up to his shampoo being replaced by nair. 

When Chuuya began to part his hair Dazai could feel himself stare a little through the mirror. The two were always near each other but it was usually out of need. Chuuya was unconscious, Dazai needed to be carried due to some type of injury, but never to cut his hair. This felt different, and the silence was not helping the situation.

Dazai took time to study Chuuya’s features. His blue eyes. The freckles on his cheeks and nose that have begun to progressively fade as he ages but Dazai was sure he could count them all if he wanted to. The choker he always wears that he was sure was custom made to fit the shorter perfectly because Chuuya was picky like that. The strands of hair that have made his way out of Chuuya’s ponytail, not surprising after a long day but still pretty to look at. The fallen pieces seemingly framing the mafioso’s face perfectly.

Dazai knew he was staring for a moment too long when the two made eye contact through the mirror. There was a pause as neither of them looked away before Chuuya took back to concentrating on his hair with his newly red ears. Dazai felt his face get a little warm, he had better control of his body though so he was sure it wasn’t too obvious.

Chuuya was more than 90 percent done and was possibly being a bit too quick with his cuts. The redhead knew he felt their relationship changing but he thought that it was all on his part, that he was imagining things and fooling himself into seeing something that wasn’t really there. But after that he had no doubts and that thought made his head spin. He just needed to get through this then go home where he could think this over.

The only section left was the bangs.

Chuuya made his way around to stand perfectly in front of Dazai and tried not to look down as he felt his partner’s stare. Just a few more cuts and he was out of here. That was a little hard to do considering that the goal here was to try to get the hair to no longer poke at Dazai’s eyes. 

Chuuya reluctantly looked down and the two made eye contact again. Chuuya could feel his cheeks turn red but said nothing as he cut off the last few strands. Finally, he was done.

Neither of them moved, finding it hard to finish this little moment they were having. They both took a small breath and began moving slightly closer to each other. Chuuya leaning down slightly and Dazai moving up, their lips met.

The kiss was over almost right as it had begun. Dazai and Chuuya stared at each other wide eyed, not knowing what to make of the situation until there was a knock at the door.