𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 <3

sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe.

Pure, disgusting, morning fluff.

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Slim and nimble fingers twirled the rust-colored locks around, curling and twisted them with a fondness considered foreign for their owner. Chestnut brown eyes affectionately mapped out the sleeping redhead's face, there was no need to really, but every moment they shared was worth committing to memory.

"Do you plan on staring at me all morning, Shitty Dazai?" came the groggy, sleep-ridden voice of his precious little hatrack, cutting through the silence like the knife the two often shared.

"What better way to waste away the time, Chuu~?" Dazai chuckled, not once faltering in his movements.

Chuuya groaned - most likely at the pet name he despised yet loved so much - and shifted onto his side, now facing the brunette, but making no effort to remove his hand. Dazai knew for a fact that the latter didn't mind his ministrations, though he'd always pretend to. It was a habit both have them had developed over time; it was relaxing and soothed the two of them, especially after their exhausting past missions.

Dazai glanced over his lover's shoulder, eyeing the clock that sat precariously on the nightstand. It read 6:32 AM, but it wasn't as though it mattered. Now that Fyodor and the Hunting Dogs had been taken care of, Yokohama had relatively settled down again. They had plenty of time to themselves, it wasn't necessarily unusual for Dazai to skip work, and Chuuya had plenty of vacation days stocked up anyway.

"Let me guess, skipping work like the lazy bastard that you are?" Chuuya grumbled, but there was an amused undertone in his voice as he glanced up at the taller young man.

'Those eyes. . .' Dazai had always loved them, loved the way they resembled the ocean. Beautiful and hypnotizing whenever he was relaxed, but violent and dangerous when angered. Calm, blue waves, or vicious, unforgiving dark ones. Either way, Dazai would love to drown in them.

"It's not like I'm missing anything important anyway, things are back to normal for the most part," he shrugged, draping an arm over Chuuya's waist as the smaller curled into his chest.

Moments like this were so rare for them, they were typically always at each other's throats. Always insulting each other and fighting, but it was times like this that Dazai truly came to cherish. The ones where they took a break from being a detective and an executive, where they put all of that aside and just became themselves. Just two young men hopelessly, irrevocably, and secretly in love.

"Or would you rather me leave for work? Hmm, Chuu~ya?"

Those gorgeous blue orbs shot up to stare into brown. "Move and I'll kill you, Mackerel."

Daza laughed, pure and genuine. He'd been doing that more often recently, he noticed. "Never threaten a suicidal man with death, Chibi! You should know better by now."

"God, will you just shut up and let me sleep? One more stupid fuckin' comment and you can forget about that vacation day."

For once, Dazai heeded the warning and snickered softly. He pulled the ginger impossibly closer, all the while continuing to play with Chuuya's hair. His free hand traced faint, subconscious patterns on his lover's naked back, relishing in the way the skin inevitably prickled with goosebumps immediately after he'd begun.

It was those small little reactions that Dazai loved to elicit the most. Whether it be something as insignificant as shuddering or trembling to something more obvious like laughing and smiling.

"Thank you for- for staying. . ." Chuuya mumbled quietly, his voice slightly muffled by the oversized, plain blue T-shirt that Dazai wore as a nightshirt. The brunette smiled to himself, nuzzling into the nest of orange, downy soft locks. He merely hummed in reply, basking in the warm, faint golden stream of sunlight that shown through the large window opposite to them, subtly warming his skin.

A soft kiss on his neck caught Dazai off-guard as he involuntarily shivered in response to the action. Gentle-ness was something uncharacteristic of Chuuya, but certainly not nonexistent. The bandaged man finally removed his hand from those smooth strands and instead cupped the ginger's cheek, lifting his head away from his collarbone.

The two mirrored each other's small smirk, eyes closing in sync as they both leaned in, lips fitting perfectly together like puzzle pieces. It was innocent enough, but Dazai could sense the underlying desires that clearly betrayed that notion. The kiss seemed like it ended too quickly, but both couldn't deny the sleepiness that threatened to overtake them.

"Goodnight, Chuuya. ." Dazai pressed his lips to his hatracks forehead, the soft skin wrinkling as two perfect brows furrowed and eyes rolled at the show of affection.

"Night, Osamu."

". . .I love you. . ."

"I love you too, Osamu."

"I-"

"Go the fuck to sleep, Osamu."