Drunk Teen Actions

Epilogue

Y'all can give a big thanks to my child for giving me the idea of where the fuck to put a relationship reveal 'cause honestly, I had no idea with how the manga is going rn. This will take place during Dead Apple.

Thank you all for your love and tears. Clearly I am doing something right. Anyway, I know y'all aren't here for my ramblings. Enjoy~

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"Chuuya, come back to bed," Osamu whined loudly. Chuuya rolled his eyes but climbed back in anyway, pulling Osamu close by the hip.

"Mori is gonna have my head on a platter if I don't get out of this bed soon, y'know? I've been putting off days long missions for long enough."

"Not long enough," Osamu pouted. "I can't even call you for a week, I shall shrivel up and die from lack of attention."

"What are you, a plant?" Chuuya snorted, kissing the tip of Osamu's nose.

"Yes, a very rare kind called the husband."

"Should I call Ane-san to come dump water on you once a day then?"

"Chuuuuyaaaaa," Osamu whined, rolling them till he straddled the redhead's waist, settling his full weight onto Chuuya. Chuuya raised an eyebrow.

"You know that's not gonna work, you're practically a twig to pick up."

"Stayyyyyy."

Chuuya sat up with a exasperated but fond smile, bringing Osamu down for a kiss. The brunet hummed appreciatively before Chuuya took the moment to flip them, throwing Osamu against the bed as he quickly got off.

Osamu frowned and Chuuya reached over to poke his nose.

"If you hurry up, we can go on a breakfast date before work."

"Okay..."

•••

Chuuya had been delayed getting back home a week later and he was rather peeved about it. He had told Osamu that he'd be back in time to accompany him to visit Oda's grave and the flight delayment back danced on very thin nerves. Osamu had texted him back that it was fine when Chuuya informed his husband of the delay, that he had to do something for work, but he really hated not having been able to be with him for the visit.

It was worrying, coming home to an empty house, something seemed off. But, trusting his husband, he went to bed as usual sans Osamu. He was regretting that decision now that he stood in the cargo hold of an aircraft, overlooking where Ango had said his husband was supposedly dead, as if that idiot would actually die. He was rather parasitic in that regard and Chuuya loved him regardless.

"If he thinks he's gonna get out of this marriage that easy," Chuuya grinned as he shrugged off garments, the sound of engines nearly drowning him out but he knew Ango could hear him, "the asshole would've had better chances serving me divorce papers."

He jumped out of the plane, not waiting for a response. Arahabaki bubbled under his skin, fighting to get out. His husband was in there and there was nothing he wouldn't do to get him out of there alive whether the suicidal bastard liked it or not.

•••

"Such a violent way to wake Snow White," Osamu said, cupping his face to release him from his own ability.