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

This Love is Ours (My Heart is Yours)

It's a good day for Dazai—he had managed to avoid his paperwork by pushing it all to Atsushi, and Kunikida hadn't scolded him for throwing his schedule off, a rare occurrence in itself. Chuuya's going to be home soon, and then they can eat the dinner he cooked together, before spending a nice night in.

It's been a rather long time since they've had that, he thinks. It's a pleasant thought, one that has Dazai humming a tune he's picked up from some place he can't remember as he stirs the curry in the pot.

Then Chuuya walks in carrying the most scraggly-looking dog he has ever seen, and Dazai can only stare at him in what he thinks is disbelief, the curry on the stove momentarily forgotten. The dog stares back.

"What is that."

Dazai scrunches his nose in disdain.

"Have you never seen a dog before? Look at him, he's so cute!"

Chuuya's practically beaming. He holds it up to his face and smiles at it.

"Aren't you such a cute little boy? That's right, you are!"

Dazai wonders if Chuuya's finally lost it. Maybe Arahabaki has finally driven him crazy. There's no other explanation for his behaviour.

"I know what a dog is. What is it doing in our house?"

Chuuya pauses momentarily and puts the dog down. It looks at Chuuya, almost expectantly, before it turns to walk over to Dazai, tongue out and tail wagging. Dazai glares at it with all the force he can muster. The dog whines, and runs back to Chuuya, hiding behind his legs. Chuuya crouches down to pet him, scratching his head.

"Dazai, don't bully him! He's just a baby."

Chuuya pouts at Dazai. The dog sticks his head out from behind Chuuya, looking at Dazai with huge eyes, as though it's pouting at him too. Dazai sticks his tongue out at him.

"Where did you even get such a mangy thing from? I want him out. Like, right now."

Chuuya covers the dog's ears, looking at Dazai indignantly. "Don't say that! You'll hurt his feelings."

Dazai can't believe what he's hearing.

"Chibi. He's a dog. He can't understand us!"

Chuuya doesn't say anything, only glaring at Dazai.

"Fine, fine! But I still want him gone."

Chuuya stops petting the dog, standing back up to encircle his arms around Dazai's waist. Dazai knows the way Chuuya curls his fingers around his shirt, hugging him close, knows the way he tilts his head up ever so slightly, knows that it spells trouble for him.

"Dazai, I found him on the street. He was all alone, and he looked so sad, I couldn't have just left him there! Please, can we keep him?"

Chuuya looks up at Dazai, his eyes bright blue and pleading, eyelashes fluttering. Dazai feels his resolve weakening. It's not fair, it really isn't. He's never really learnt how to say no to Chuuya when he asks like this.

"Fine! You're such a bully."

Dazai says this petulantly, like a child that's been denied of candy, but still he pulls Chuuya in closer, and runs his fingers through his hair.

Dazai sighs, but it carries no regret. "Marrying you has made me soft, you know that?"

Chuuya laughs and leans his head on Dazai's chest. He can feel the rhythmic beating of Dazai's heart, steady, unwavering.

"I know, love. I know."

Chuuya tilts his head up, his eyes wide with a happiness Dazai wishes he could protect forever, before tiptoeing to kiss him on the cheek, the gentlest touch of lips across his skin. He pulls away from Dazai and picks the dog up again. It licks Chuuya's cheek, and he laughs, a beautiful, bright sound, his cheeks blushed a pale pink. Dazai can't help but think he's so incredibly lucky.