Breakfast | chuuya x dazai fluff fic! |

| soukoku fluff fic |

- None of the characters in this belong to me, they all belong to the author of the Bungou Stray Dogs manga, this is just a fanfiction of Dazai and Chuuya from it, I hope you enjoy! <3 (warning: strong language such as cursing)

     It was dawn, the sun rising upon the two lovers. Outside, in the streets of Yokohama, leaves were gently falling as the autumn colors had reached its peak. The colors of the sky seemed to have a warmer hue than usual, but maybe that was just to add to the warmth of the scenery. It didn't matter too much to Dazai and Chuuya, since they were in Chuuya's apartment, stirring from their sleep.

       "...shiiiiiit.... I have work today." Chuuya said, as he clung onto Dazai.

     "Whatever. As if I care, plus, it's not as if they'll mind if you're late. After all, don't you want to spend this lovely morning with me, chibi~?"

    "I hate you."

    "Love you too~" Dazai said, as he pushed Chuuya's head a bit more to his chest.    

    "Tch. Might as well stay with you this morning, seeing as I don't have a clue when the next time  you'll be able to come over again."

     "What an excuse, I know you just want to be with me."

     Chuuya cursed under his breath, and broke from Dazai's hug. He got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to go get ready.

    "Dazai, did- did you seriously use up my shampoo last night."

    "It's good shampoo! Cmon chibi, you don't mind, right?"

    "Ugh. Fine, I'm just gonna go take a shower and brush my teeth."

    "Alright, then! I'll make breakfast just for us, Chuuya!"

   "I don't trust you in the kitchen to not kill yourself."

  "You know that if I were to die, I'd love to do it as a double suicide with a beautiful woman, right?"

   "Tch. Bastard." Chuuya slammed the bathroom door closed, as Dazai got up and went to the kitchen.

   "Ah, how rude he is. So adorable when he's mad though, I must say. Or rather, always adorable.." Dazai murmered to himself as he decided what to make for him and Chuuya. He flipped through a recipe book he bought, and went straight to the meals that had alcohol in them. He knew Chuuya loved booze.

   "Bourbon peach pancakes? Seems like not too hard of a recipe... Only the best for my chibi!"

   Dazai made the breakfast, albeit, in a quick and rushed manner as to surprise Chuuya. Thus, it was sloppily made. It looked appetizing enough, and had an attractive smell, so he decided that it was good enough. Admittedly, this was his first time in several years he had cooked for anyone but himself.

    "Dazai, did you buy something? It smells good out here. And my kitchen is intact." Chuuya said, coming out to the kitchen drying his hair with a towel.

    "Of course I made you something, Chibi~. Bourbon peach pancakes, I know you love booze. I probably should've made something more wine based, but I think wine is for the evening and nights." Dazai smiled, as he brought the pancakes to the table for the two to eat.

    "Dazai, you son of a bitch." Chuuya said, staring at the pancakes.

    "Hmmmmm? Yes, chuuya?"

    Chuuya sat down and immediately started digging in. As he ate the pancakes, he smiled, with an expression of pleasure on his face. 

   "Oi, Dazai, you made some for yourself, too! Come on and eat your own food dammit!" He said,  eating.

   "Heh, I'm glad you like it. Maybe I'll make this some other time for you again." Dazai smiled, as he too sat down and began eating. 

   Soon enough, they finished eating, and Dazai went to go wash the dishes. He had felt... Happy during his time with Chuuya. Whenever they hung out, exchanged a few smooches, cuddled eachother or even just had moments of silence together he could feel his worries and sadness fade away. It was love, he knew, but the happiness he felt with Chuuya made their time apart even more despairing. Although, Chuuya always made sure to give him good morning and good night texts.

    "What are you, a housewife? Lemme help wash the dishes, alright?" Chuuya went to the sink and began scrubbing the dishes with Dazai. There were a surprising lot, considering Chuuya didn't have the time usually to do chores and there were dishes from the previous day.

     "Ah, Chuuya, why do you always have to be such an amazing lover." Dazai said, as he gave a quick pat onto Chuuya's head.

     "... Shut up, Mackarel. You're the one who's the better guy, anyways."

(the end, might continue this or write another fic.)