"There have been a bunch of new recruits lately."
"Haven't you heard?"
"What?"
"You've seriously never met them before?"
"Who?"
"The executive in charge of this place and his partner."
"What type of mafia executive has a partner? I thought the whole point was to go up in the ranks individually."
"You wouldn't say that if you saw him. No one can get close to him without talking to his partner first. He is absolutely terrifying."
The door opened and Dazai walked through. His arms were covered in bandages on the spot between his wrists and elbows. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his coat was draped over his shoulders lightly. His arms crossed. His tattoos were clearly visible and his eyes were cold, as if he was glaring at something. Everyone in the room stood up abruptly. Each one stiff as a board. Chuuya stood beside him with his hands on his hips, wearing a vest and hat.
"Well would you look at that," Chuuya sneered. "We have some new faces here." Dazai said nothing.
"Are those the two you were talking about?"
"Shut up new guy. Do you want to die?!"
Dazai outstretched his arm and slammed it up against the wall, leaving a mark from the impact. "Listen up, I'm only going to explain this once," Chuuya began, before mouthing off the plan for tonight. When he was finished, the two exited together.
"What are you looking at?" Chuuya asked when they were far enough away from the new faces.
"You're so cute when you're serious," Dazai grinned, poking Chuuya's cheek.
"Shut up!" Chuuya blushed lightly, swatting his finger away.
"Chuuya?"
"What?"
"I love you," he kissed Chuuya's forehead.
"Oh my god," Chuuya grabbed the rim of his hat and pulled it down to cover his face. "You're so dumb. You can't have any of those guys seeing you act like such a doting spouse."
"I can't help that you're adorable," Dazai snickered and walked ahead. Chuuya sped up to follow him. Even though he didn't say anything, he did grab Dazai's hand. "Oh?" Dazai looked over his shoulder since Chuuya was slightly behind him.
"Shut up or I'll stop." Chuuya huffed, looking away.
"Keep it up and I'll fuck you in that closet," Dazai pointed.
"Wha-" Chuuya stopped walking. Dazai dragged him into the closet and closed the door behind him. He smirked in the shadows, feeling Chuuya run his hands along his chest. "You're really going to?" he asked, excitement clear in his voice.
"You're going to be the death of me," Dazai's breath hitched.
"Oh?" Chuuya leaned forward. "Isn't that what you wish for?" he smirked.
