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It was August twelfth, 2019; Dazai sat out on the couch of a shared home he had with his partner. Romantic partner, at that.
He mulled over what to do to ease his mind over annoying Chuuya while he was at work or watching that bad, reality TV show. Then, as he moved to lay on his side, his eyes wandered up to a photo gallery hung above the TV that was connected to the wall. His eyes going across a specific collection that was of both, he and Chuuya, when they were eighteen, and just getting married. Even if they eloped, they still dressed well for that day. Dazai having the most emotion he’s ever had and felt in those five photos in frames. One making him cringe since he had quite the awkward smile during a surprise photo with him and Chuuya.
Though, as Dazai stared at the frames, he couldn’t help but remember how Chuuya had been quite persistent about him eating and his eating habits as a whole. All of Dazai’s colleagues, other people he knew, and previous coworkers knew that he wasn’t so much of someone to… eat. Sure, he ate when necessary, but there was definitely too much of a distance to that line that he constantly refuses to make closer. Or even acknowledge that it’s much too far, which makes him underweight. Uncomfortably and unusually so.
Yosano has checked him, even Mori used too, Kunikida, and Chuuya, since he learned and seen with his own eyes that Dazai barely even consumed food.
Dazai mused over the thoughts longer and longer before he felt his eyelids feeling heavy. Normally, he wouldn’t even dare to shut his eyes, but as he was in a home he knew Chuuya would return to and happily give him a kiss on the forehead if he slept; so he let his eyes close. Finding himself genuinely falling into slumber as he imagined a cat(or was it imaginary?)ーstaring up at him as he went limp against the soft cushioning of his and Chuuya’s couch.
When Chuuya arrived, he actually hadn’t expected Dazai to sleep at all. Though, when he walked over, he couldn’t help but think that Dazai’s position reminded him of a fairytale and how the woman woke from a prince’s kiss… this dumbass… Chuuya muttered as he leaned forward and kissed Dazai on the lips, which, in turn, did infact wake Dazai up. He had a blissful and cocky grin of his face, reaching a bandaged hand up to cup Chuuya’s cheek.
“Chuuya came like the prince he is~” Dazai made this purposeful. Usual. Chuuya brushed Dazai off, “shut up, dummy.”
He walked over to the kitchen and thought of a meal he could make for Dazai, though, it took one glance at his phone wallpaper, and immediately began scavenging for items. (Fun fact, his phone wallpaper is of him and Dazai holding cats that resembled them both. They called a ginger one, ‘ Chibi ’, the brown cat, ‘ Mackerel ’.)
A few minutes passed before Dazai was able to stop looking at Chuuya’s back and not so discreetly at his behind(in which, the ginger noticed but didn’t say anything) as his Fiancé approached and handed him a plate, in which, Dazai stared at the food given. A small bento box with broccoli, shrimp, and some other vegetables with boiled eggs. A ball of rice shaped into a cute face of a character he’s seen near the tourist areas in Yokohama. My Melody, he believes was the bunny’s name.
Beside the bento box was a ham sandwich with the bread being cut out in a circle. With two pieces of bacon shaped like triangles below the bread slices, making ears. While the front toast had the shape of a cat’s face with whiskers made from toothpicks. It was a sickly sweet looking dish, and it definitely flattered Dazai for Chuuya to even make it for him. Slowly, raised his head and looked up at Chuuya, who stood beside the couch rest.
“Chuu-Chuu made such a cute lunch for me.” Dazai snickered as moved a hand up and to Chuuya’s chin, pulling the ginger down to peck his lips lightly. Which caused the ginger to swat at Dazai’s hand, looking distasteful yet secretly enjoyed that he received a kiss. “Shut up, bastard. Just be glad I made you anything.”
He put a gentle finger on Dazai’s forehead to push him back, which, in turn, made the brunette whine pitifully but quickly laughed it off. Going to pick up the sandwich and took out two of the toothpicks to eat it. In which, he couldn’t entirely hide that he greatly did enjoy the food, even if his pride told him too. Though, he’s a married man, he’ll get over it eventually.