Molly's Fics Cause she Refuses to Read Them on Ao3

The Beauty of a Blushing Maid

"Come on, chibi, you're going to have to come out eventually."

"Fuck you, Dazai—I still can't believe you made me do this."

Chuuya knew nothing good happens when you finally see your ex-partner after four years of silence from him.

Chuuya knew that seeing the man's stupid grin as he watched him chained up in the dungeon would complicate how he felt—how it would bring out unwanted emotions that he tried to bottle up for so long.

He should've trusted his guts that Dazai had something planned when he asked Chuuya to talk in that damn voice that would always make that idiot laugh.

And because he allowed his heart to make the following decisions for him instead of listening to his head—he ends up back in his apartment later that night, with a stupid bandaged bastard sitting on his chair as he waits for Chuuya to finish his shower and change.

What for?

Well—

"You know I've always wanted you to be my maid, I'm simply living out my dream!"

Some shuffling can be heard from the inside of the bathroom. "Why the fuck do you have this outfit in the first place?"

Dazai shrugs, despite knowing that Chuuya won't see him. "I've had the perfect outfit picked out for you when I declared that you were to be my maid, so—"

"YOU'VE HAD THIS SINCE WE WERE 16?"

"...Well, yes. You haven't grown since then so I knew it would still fit!" Dazai exclaims enthusiastically as he leans back into Chuuya's leather chair.

There's a long pause filled with silence and Dazai's anticipation is merely growing by the second for when Chuuya will finally come out of the bathroom.

"...You...are so fucking unbelievable," a low grumble can be heard before a clicking sound fills the air, Dazai's heart pounding rapidly to the point that he can feel it in his head.

Now, Dazai knows that his partner—well, ex-partner—is good-looking. Maybe even more than just 'good-looking' if he's being completely honest with himself.

Everyone in the Port Mafia knows, all the enemies that Chuuya fought knew (which the redhead would use to his advantage sometimes during missions): Chuuya is beautiful.

So, it shouldn't have been as surprising when Dazai watches the redhead shuffle awkwardly out of the bathroom, a noticeable spray of pink blush across the chibi's face as he stands a couple of feet away from Dazai with his arms crossed.

It shouldn't have made Dazai's heart stop with his chest feeling as if it's filled with molten lava while he takes in the view before him.

Dazai knows Chuuya has a great body; the man is an expert in martial arts and works out constantly—but Dazai's throat still goes dry when he takes in how the dress curves around the redhead's body elegantly, accentuating his narrow waist and notably round hips that just fits Chuuya perfectly—maybe a bit too perfect.

"Okay, first of all," Chuuya starts, moving his hands to gesture at his own body, "this is a fucking 'sexy maid costume' and you wanted me to wear this at 16?"

Dazai's lips curl into a malicious smirk. "Can you blame me? I was a teen with raging hormones, Chibi."

Chuuya clenches his jaw and huffs out an annoyed breath through his nose, "Second of all," he reaches his arms to ruffle the white lace that wraps around his thighs along with the black lace stocking, "this was so fucking unnecessary."