Soukoku One-Shots

Jealousy is Insatiable

Alternate Universe

Nakahara Chuuya was one of the most famous people in the world. Known for his talent in the fashion industry (on top of his charm and stupid good looks, of course), he's become one of the most influential people in Yokohama, and it certainly didn't hurt that his husband was a business tycoon worth millions on his own. Together, the pair of them practically ruled over the city—and because they were both just so charming, no one could complain.

"But Comme des Garçons is hoping to meet tomorrow afternoon, so do you need me to reschedule with Ace?"

"Or you could just cancel," Chuuya grumbled, propping his chin up with one hand and spinning a pen between his fingers with the other. Higuchi chuckled and offered a helpless smile. "Yeah, okay, let's reschedule with Ace. How's Wednesday morning?"

"Free until eight-fifteen."

"Let's put it down for seven, then. I won't make you call the bastard yourself—will you remind me before I leave today?"

"Of course, Boss."

"I keep telling you not to call me that," Chuuya chuckled, waving a hand. "It's good to see you, Higuchi. Thanks."

Higuchi bowed her head with an easy smile. "Of course, Chuuya."

"Oh," he blinked, "let me know how that date with Gin goes. She really does like you," he added with a good-natured smile.

Higuchi's face immediately flushed beet red and she bowed her head again to try to hide it. "Thank you. I'll try to keep that in mind."

Chuuya grinned and waved a hand, turning back to the papers in front of him. "Alright, get out of here. Thanks again, Higuchi."

Higuchi offered one last smile before exiting the office, shutting the door with a resounding click and leaving Chuuya alone with his thoughts. He frowned at the papers in front of him, still twisting his pen between his fingers as he mused in silence.

Unfortunately, because Chuuya could never catch a break, his silence didn't last long. The door burst open mere minutes later and Chuuya glanced up to see none other than his husband, Dazai Osamu, standing in the doorway with a wide smile. "Good afternoon, slug," he chirped.

"Hey, asshole. Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Who could say?" Dazai sauntered toward Chuuya and plopped down on his desk right in front of him, wrapping an arm around Chuuya's shoulders and pulling him closer, to which Chuuya didn't argue. "I don't think they'll miss me, anyway. Kunikida's meeting with foreign company representatives so there's no one to berate me for disappearing for a little while."

Chuuya's arms found Dazai's waist almost instinctually and he chuckled. "I feel bad for that poor guy."

"Chuuya!" Dazai exclaimed, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offense. "We're married! You're supposed to be on my side."

Chuuya clicked his tongue. "Yeah? Well, you're a bastard, so I think I get a free pass."

"So mean," Dazai stuck out his lower lip in a childish pout.

"Boo hoo, you big baby."

Dazai leaned over, absentmindedly fiddling with the hair at Chuuya's nape. Their noses were nearly touching and Dazai could feel Chuuya's breath fanning his face. He smelled like autumn and cinnamon. "Hi, chibi," Dazai murmured.

Chuuya's smile softened. "Hey."

But just before they caught each other in a kiss, there was a polite knock on the door and Chuuya sighed, letting his head fall against Dazai's shoulder. "Perfect fucking timing," he grumbled, to which Dazai chuckled faintly. Pulling away, Chuuya shooed Dazai off of his desk and reordered some of the items his husband had shuffled around before shouting an irritable "come in!"