Stay with me

A Painters love

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Dazai had a small garden in his backyard which he took care of daily. Most of the flowers ended up on Odasaku's grave or in Fyodor's hands. Each day after work he would come home and go water the plants and do other things for their care and needs. A week after their picnic, Fyodor came to Dazai's house earlier (Now he stays at Dazai's house) than he usually those and spotted the man watering his flowers. He looked at the man for a couple of minutes in awe. He never thought a man such as Dazai, a sinner, would care for plants. It confused him, how Dazai could be so pure yet so terrifying while he was simply bad. He sat down on his desk and looked around for a canvas. For the past few years, Fyodor explored painting as a hobby apart from playing the cello. He took his paint and started painting. The moment he captured in the painting was how Dazai was smelling a cherry tree that had grown in his garden by accident. Fyodor managed to capture every feature on Dazai to make him look perfect. Once he was done he quickly packed everything up and hid the picture away so if the brunette finds it, he won't make fun of him or think he is showing love for Dazai. He went to the bathroom as he heard the other man enter.

" Fedya, is that you?" Dazai asked as he set the water aside and joined Fyodor in the bathroom. "Good evening Osamu" Fyodor continues washing his hands without making eye contact. "You've come so early, has something happened?" The brunette left the room and took his coat from the bed. "I wasn't needed anymore. " Fyodor finally made eye contact with him. Both of them remembered the kiss they shared but, preferred not to talk about it.  "The great rat? Wasn't needed- ha! you really know how to crack me up Fedya". Fedya was a yet another  nickname Dazai picked up, now it was his most used one in fact. "Stop being so hard Dazai, have you got any food?" The Russian transitioned himself to the kitchen. "I was about to prepare some pasta with some sauce" Dazai joined the other in the kitchen and started taking out the ingredients. "That sounds good, what sauce may I ask?" Fyodor replies. "Carbonara or Bolognese, your pick" Dazai grins as he put hot water in a pot. "Hmm, Carbonara Ill be in the bedroom waiting" Before Fyodor left Dazai stopped him "Awh, stay? Ill be very bored". "You needy rat" : Hey you are supposed to be the rat! "Dazai scoffs. "Want to play cards while the water is boiling?" Fyodor reached in his pocket and took out a deck of cards. "I will never loose a chance to make you look dumb Fedya!" They both chuckled an Fyodor set up the cards. "Of course you choose poker" Dazai smiles at Fyodor looking at the way he sets up. "Except their is nothing valuable to win apart from knowing the other lost." They both took their cards setting a poker face. During the game they kept trying to one-up each other by guessing the other's next move. Once they played a couple of rounds the score was 5-5, tied. Dazai sighed in disappointment as he placed the pasta inside the pot. Fyodor proceeded to tell Dazai about his day as the brunette was cooking. "What about your agency? Wont they be shocked to know that one of their own detectives was staying with the number one terrorist" Fyodor smirked. "If they are against it then, Ill probably force you to partner up with me to destroy the agency - and the port. Plus the only person who has a good shot at knowing about this is Ranpo, worlds smartest detective" They shared a laugh at the thought of taking down the agencies. "Ill be with you anyway, why do you think you would have to force me Osamu?" Fyodor's thick Russian accent showed. Dazai shrugged. "Also, I found your little painting my dear Fedya." As soon as Dazai said it Fyodor widened his eyes, of course he knew Dazai would find it but still a shock, he needed some type of a reaction. "убей себя" Dazai had started learning Russian a little before his friend - no partner - stranger? Started living with him. "Wow so nice Fedya, but thank you for showing me how much you love me" Dazai had his own dramatic reaction. Dazai finished with cooking and set up the table. "Mmm, you really do know how to cook" Fyodor took his first bite. "Did you think the last time I cooked it was from a store, quite rude." Dazai dug in his food. When they finished they washed off, and got to bed. They slept in the same bed but on each end. Fyodor would read/write before going to sleep and Dazai would either write down in his journal or try to make a conversation with Fyodor, even if he knew that he was interrupting. But, Dazai knew how to break the demonic rat. 

That's what made them such a good pair. 

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HEyy!! thanks for reading!!'Sorry If i dont write sooner its because I have a lot of school this week ha. 

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