𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Choices, Choices.

I looked at him with a confused look, did he just say he wanted to leave? He held my hand, smiling softly at me, whispering those words into my ear, I softened up, his hand on mine, a gentle contact coming from somebody who's friend had passed. Taking advantage of my shocked state, he gave me a proposal I could not pass up, Even if I wanted to. Which I definitely did not want to.

Actually, it was an actual proposal.

Marrying him? Ha! What a foolishly foolish question, coming from such a fool like him!

Why the hell did I accept? Well, he spoke to me in a way that played me like a fool. Also, he pulled that 'My friend is dead now, have some sympathy!' trump card on me, He knew how to tug at those strings in my heart, my fault for letting him I guess.

I thought it was a joke, but that sincere tone he was using, the way he looked at me. He was serious.

Well, if he was leaving, guess I'd have to join too, huh?

He chuckled, saying that his whole life revolved around me. Saying that I was the only reason left that he was alive, I only cursed at him for being sappy, of course! He said he loved me, love?

I did not feel the same! Absoloutely not! It'd take him our whole lives to make me love him! He gladly took the challenge! How utterly foolish!

Actually, now that we're leading a new life does that mean—

———

I'd never say it, but I enjoy being idiot Dazai's lover, and husband, (so far.) "I'll file for divorce I swear." I smacked him on the head, "Ouchie! Chuuya! It's only been 5 hours since we got married, don't be so mean to me!" He pouted, resting his head on my shoulder.

I put back my book on the nightstand, "Dazai, promise you're not gonna leave me alone, okay?" I looked up at him, seeing the small twitch in his face. He thought about it for a moment, with each minute passing, I felt a sort of sadness.

"I won't Chuuya. I promise."
He gave me a small peck on the cheek, saying 'I love you' to me in a sickly sweet tone, It was like honey was dripping from his words. "We need jobs, Dazai." He looked mortified, he didn't really think that we could live, I could live off our millions from the Mafia? Nope!

"Wait, wait Chuuya, you're a Dazai now too! So call me Osamu from now on so it's not confusing~"
He smiled.

"Shut up! Don't think you can just change the subject out of the blue like that!"

"But Chuuya! Isn't a couple of tens of millions enough?!"
He whined.

"Nope, And actually,"
I sat up, seeing the brunette's frown when I didn't hug him anymore.

"I found this agency called Armed Detective Agency, and even if they are poor as hell, I'd love to help people."

Dazai yawned, "Y'know, Slug's so cute and all when he's being nice and kind but really?" I elbowed him in the face, he giggled as a response. "Hey! What do you mean cute?!" I hissed, pushing him away from me. We bickered around some more until I realized what he was doing—

"—You are so—"
"..."
"Fuck you."

He chuckled, "It was worth a shot," he kissed me softly, and dragged me down from my sitting-up-position to lying-down-with-Osamu-as-he's-sprawled-all-over-me. "We're gonna be working there! I don't care what you say," He hugged me, making me second-guess those words I said.

"Do you really not wanna work there?"
I frowned.

"Hm."

"Dazai?"
I turned around, his eyes were closed and his bangs were covering parts of his face.

"Osamu?"

"..."

He fucking fell asleep on me. Damn bastard, guess I'll have to talk to him tomorrow. I sighed, placing my glasses next to the book I was reading, (Before shitty Dazai annoyed me.) My only choice was sleeping the night away with Dazai all over me.

———

It's been two years since we had left the mafia, and life has been miserable with this mackerel. I'd wake up with sharpie lines connecting the freckles on my face, or waking up with the bastard spooning me! I did not enjoy it, not one bit.

"But Chuuya!~" Dazai pouted, I ignored him.

"Shut up, we're gonna be working here no matter what you say."
I dragged him by the ear into the building, suppressing the laughs I'd probably let out because of those stupid sounds of protest Dazai was making.

"Hello, would you like anything?"
Some girl in a uniform approached us,

"Yeah we would like to work here."
I stopped pinching Dazai's now red ear, following the girl intently with Dazai whining to me.

"Ah.."
"Onii-chan~!!"
She shouted.

Some guy was then running down the stairs, "Yeah Naomi?" She ran towards him and slid her hands under his shirt, and—

"What the fuck?"
Me and Dazai said in unision, The Naomi girl only giggled.

"Onii-chan~ These two wanna work here~ Could you take them to Kunikida-san?"
She smiled, her fucking brother looked mortified.

Me and Dazai were just standing there because, 1; If they are really siblings, this is fucking wrong. 2; If they really aren't siblings, and Naomi was just calling him as her older brother because she likes it or something, then that's still wrong.

He grabbed her wrists and turned them away from him, Naomi let out a moan and the guy looked even more terrified. "Follow me—" He took us by the hands and then lead us to the elevator, saying goodbye, he pushed the button and turned around and then Naomi jumped him.

And the elevator started moving.

Dazai was fucking laughing— I was fucking dumbfounded. "What the fuck was that?" I simply said, "I don't wanna know." he responded.

"So, Chuuya, you still wanna work here?"

"...Yeah! I'd still wanna work here even if the boss is a wolf or something!"
I said jokingly, and Dazai laughed.