Double Black

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Chuuya was perfectly happy to spend a quiet Saturday evening by himself on his window seat. He'd made such wonderful plans, especially after all the gruesome missions last week. He'd curl up on the window seat with this one book he's been waiting to read for ages, and of course, he'd also have a whole bottle of wine to go with it.

He should've predicted that things never go his way. Never have been, since he joined the Port Mafia and met this one annoying brat.

Chuuya's evening was ruined in the way he'd totally expect it to. That is, the shitty bastard known as Dazai waltzed into his bedroom just as he opened the first page of his book. Fucking hell. Chuuya was positive that the bastard timed it exactly just so he'd get more on Chuuya's nerves.

Dazai stopped a few feet away from his, and swept open his arms, "Ta-da! How do I look?"

The redhead in the room couldn't help but snort, "Ta-da? What are you, a six year old girl?"

His annoying partner pouted annoyingly, "Don't be so mean, Chuuya! Anyway, how do I look?"

Chuuya sighed to himself, but he looked the other up and down anyway. When he couldn't notice absolutely nothing different about his partner's outfit, he wrinkled his nose, "Uh, is there supposed to be something different about your outfit today?"

Dazai insisted, "Look again, Chuuya! I clearly got a new shirt." He then added with a mumble, "I couldn't get blood out of the old one; so it's not like I wanted to buy a new shirt or anything, okay."

Well, Chuuya may have been started to exist in the world merely eight years ago, but even he knew to accept his own human wants and desires. There was nothing wrong with wanting to buy new clothes, after all.

He put down his book to properly look at the brunet this time, "Oi, asshole. Don't tell me you own just one set of clothes?"

Dazai looked actually taken aback at the question. He blinked, "Is Chuuya stupider than I thought? Don't you know that already, since all my clothes are literally in your closet?"

Chuuya stilled. Well yeah, he knew that Dazai kept one set of his usual work outfit in his closet, considering he pretty much lived there all the time. But it never occurred to him that the one set of clothes was all Dazai owned?! How is that even possible! What about laundry? And wanting to wear different things once in a while?! Clearly, Dazai didn't understand such normal things. In fact, he probably viewed buying and wearing clothes as a luxury.

Chuuya's heart just broke a little more.

He beckoned the bandaged boy over to himself, "Come here."

When Dazai obliged, taking a seat next to his partner on the window seat, he was pulled closer by his waist. Chuuya rubbed the side of his bandaged neck gently, "You're so annoying. I'm taking you shopping tomorrow."

Dazai whipped his head around to face his partner, "Eh? What?"

A roll of eyes, "I said, I'm taking you shopping. How can you just have one set of clothes, oi! Makes sense now, why I don't see you in anything other than your work outfit. I just thought you didn't want to like, be vulnerable around me, I guess."

Dazai snorted aloud, "Chibi, I literally sleep in your bed. Technically, you could kill me any given moment. Didn't want to be vulnerable, pfft."

Chuuya ruffled the other's hair to mess it up on purpose, "Don't act smart with me, asshole. I'm taking you shopping after work tomorrow; it's up to you if you want to make use of the shit we buy."

When Dazai didn't say anything, he added in a softer voice, "You can borrow some of oversized sweaters for now. If you want."

The taller of them still remained silent, but he slowly freed himself from the other's grasp before bounding over to the closet. He rummaged through all the different clothes for a few minutes, definitely messing it up a little. But that was fine with Chuuya, because a minute later, his partner held up a soft, tan sweater.