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

Blowing, kisses, & blowing kisses.

Chuuya had been hearing suspicious noises for about an hour now. He hadn't thought much of it, though. His apartment has always been weird.

Right now, he was sat at his desk doing paperwork. Not his favorite, but it's not horrible. At least Dazai wasn't there to bother him.

Suddenly, he feels a soft blowing on his ear. His first thought was air conditioning. But, there was no way it could turn on by itself, right? He clutches the pen in his hand harder.

He turns around, expecting to see the face of a criminal. Dazai. Just Dazai. He groans, moving back to his work.

Dazai wraps bandaged arms around his neck. "Chuu!! How dare you ignore me! I feel heartbroken!" He whines.

"This is your fault for breaking in. I would've let you in if you just knocked." Chuuya responds, continuing to work on what he had been assigned.

Dazai walks away, moving over to the kitchen. Chuuya is barely surprised anymore. Dazai has historically had a problem with breaking into his apartment.

Luckily, he had a four year break before the ADA and PM formed a truce. He's happy about it, really. But ever since then Dazai just keeps coming back. Kicking him out doesn't help either.

Chuuya groans again, making his way towards the kitchen. He doesn't understand why Dazai likes breaking in so much. Chuuya wishes he would come through the door like a normal person.

"Please don't burn my house down," Chuuya pauses. "again." Sometimes he forgets about that. Dazai scoffs, continuing to raid his fridge. "That was years ago. Don't you believe I'm more mature than I was when I was sixteen?" He asks, turning his head to look at Chuuya.

Chuuya stares at the—extremely kissable—pout on the taller boy's lips. "No." He says bluntly.

Dazai closes the fridge, crouching in front of a bunch of drawers. "Where's your tea stash?" He asks. "Why do you need to know?" Chuuya asks back.

Dazai groans. "Chuu!~" He whines, extending the 'u' in the nickname a little longer than needed. "Fine. Fine. It's right here. Just don't do anything involving hot water without my supervision." Chuuya sighs. Dazai jumps up, smiling.

Chuuya suddenly forgets everything bad about Dazai.

Dazai grabs a tea bag and places it on the counter. He grabs a kettle, filling it halfway with water. He places it on the stove and turns it on.

Dazai steps back, "Hey, Chuuya. What do you like in your tea?" He asks.

"Just honey and sugar." Chuuya responded. Dazai nodded, pour hot water into a mug and placing the tea bag inside. He grabbed some milk and honey from the fridge, pouring both the substances into the mug.

He stirred it together with a spoon a handed it to Chuuya.

"Ah-! You didn't need to do this!" Dazai laughed at the response Chuuya gave him. "It's fine, ChuuChuu!" Dazai set the mug down on the counter to wrap his arms around Chuuya.

"Hey! Get off of me, mackerel!!" Chuuya pushed him off, taking the mug from the counter and leaving the kitchen. Dazai follows after him, pulling up a chair to watch silently.

"You spelled this wrong." Dazai whispers softly, moving his finger the line he is referring to. "It's spelled C-E-N-T-E-R not C-E-N-T-R-E, silly!" Dazai said with a smile.

Chuuya scoffed, "I knew that!" He said, drawing a laugh out of Dazai.

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Chuuya groaned, extremely hungover. "Shitty Dazai.." He muttered under his breath. "You called?" An annoying voice said from behind him.