Double Black

those eyes behind your glasses

To be honest, Chuuya wanted to sue a certain bandaged fucker.

In the seven fucking years that Chuuya has known him, he had really thought that he knew almost everything about that shitty mackerel. Or at the very least, Chuuya expected and hoped to know the important things. And he did!

Chuuya has been taking care of Dazai ever since they first met when they were fifteen. The shitty bastard would actually die of malnourishment and lack of sleep if Chuuya were to leave him alone even for a week. Since the mafioso was so very involved in literally every aspect of his so called rival's life, he expected to know such important things, damn it!

But apparently, Dazai has had glasses for literally years, and his partner was just finding out about it. Seriously, Chuuya wanted to file for divorce. How can he have gone years without realising that Dazai needed glasses?!

It's possible that Dazai wore contact lenses, but Chuuya is very sceptical about that. For one, when they were younger, they used to be together every time of the day. Chuuya has never once seen Dazai make use of any sort of contact lenses, their cases or cleaning solutions. He is also used to cleaning their apartment and organizing their drawers, and Chuuya has never once seen any of those things!

But to be fair, Chuuya has also never stumbled upon a case of glasses or anything similar. Just how much effort has Dazai put in for hiding this little fact about himself?! But now that Chuuya knew about it, he genuinely wanted to go scream in a fucking pillow.

His process of finding out this goldmine of an information went like this. It was Sunday morning, and the two of them were lounging about in the living room, after having eaten breakfast. Dazai was sprawled on the couch and playing on his phone. As much as Chuuya would like to join him, he had a bunch of shitty paperwork to complete before he was free for the day.

So, he did the most obvious thing one could do in this situation. He fetched his files from the study before spreading them out on the coffee table. He then threw a fine-tipped pen, cap closed, at his annoying husband, "Oi, Dazai. Help me out with paperwork here."

The other yelped when the pen hit him, making him drop his phone on his face, "Ouch! What was that for?!"

Chuuya rolled his eyes before reaching over and removing the phone from the other's face, "My bad. Anyway, get up already, oi! Help me with paperwork here."

Dazai complained as he finally started to sit up, "Ehh, why do I have to help Chuuya with paperwork? Isn't that confidential Port Mafia business?"

The redhead pretended to mull over it for a few seconds before speaking again, a smirk gracing his features, "True, but this particular paperwork is basically reviewing the Mafia's underground surveillance system. Nobody is better suited for the job that the person who constructed the surveillance system. Right, partner?"

The ex-mafioso muttered, "I can't believe you're taking advantage of me like this. Is this why you married me, Chuuya?! So you could use me to do your paperwork? How cruel!"

Chuuya snorted as he handed his partner the necessary files, "Yep, you're absolutely right. I went through the trouble of looking after your sorry ass for seven years, and then the tiresome process of filing for our marriage just so I could make you do paperwork."

The brunet whined, "Chuuya! How mean of you!"

Chuuya just grinned and rolled his eyes, "Shut up already and get to work. I wanna watch a movie after."

Dazai sighed in affirmation, that yes, he would now get to work and stop being a lazy misfit. SO obviously, Chuuya was expecting him to uncap the pen and start working already. But instead, Dazai let out another loud sigh before leaning ahead to feel under the couch cushions for something.