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Extra - Christmas Special

"Will you be attending the Banquet this year, Chuuya?" Kouyou asked, giving a rather knowing expression. Chuuya froze.

He hadn't thought about the Christmas banquet that the Mafia held every year. It was uncommon for him not to attend, being such a high ranking official. Of course, that had never mattered to Osamu when he was an executive but for the past four years, unless Chuuya was overseas, he would attend the banquet along with Kouyou.

Thinking about it, he had no idea what to excuse away his absence with, but he hated the idea that he'd either be leaving his husband alone on Christmas or drawing attention to his rather out of character behavior the past year by not attending without an excuse.

"You hadn't thought about it, have you?" Kouyou said.

"No, it hadn't crossed my mind. With it so close, I don't know if I can set up a good alibi for my absence in time that anyone worth their salt couldn't find something wrong with with my collective absences to events."

"Not to worry, Lad," Kouyou said, an amused smile pulling at the corners of red painted lips. "Here."

The female executive held out a folder.

"What is this, Ane-san?"

"Call it my gift to you. Merry Christmas, Chuuya."

She walked away as Chuuya opened the folder, flipping through the papers. In it was a fully constructed alibi for his absence, any holes explained away and patched with people already paid off to lie should anyone go sniffing. A letter was nestled at the back, addressed to him from Kouyou.

'Chuuya,' it began, 'while I had been unsure at first of your relationship, I admit, these past months have been the happiest I've seen you. It's been good for you, and I'm happy to see you taking care of yourself once again. Your Ane-san has taken care of everything as I knew you had been busy taking care of the influx of work that always comes around by the holidays. Enjoy your Christmas, I wish you and your husband the very best.'

A wide smile grew on Chuuya's face and he made a mental note to do something nice for Kouyou in the coming months to thank her.

•••

"Dazai!" Kunikida yelled. "This is not the time for window shopping!"

"This case is going nowhere right now," Osamu whined. "I want to get my spouse something."

"Why anyone married you is beyond me," Kunikida muttered in annoyance.

"C'mon, Kunikida, have you never been in love before?"

"My love life is none of your business, Dazai."

"You're no fun," Osamu pouted. Turning back to the display, he stared at the hat. A hat was practically a signature of his husband. The one in the window was rather similar in shape to his signature hat, but with a dark, wine red ribbon wrapped around it. Flowers were stitched into the ribbon with black thread and a chain coming down the side with small gems embedded in the chain the same shade as the ribbon.

Kunikida let out a long suffering sigh and made his way to the door of the establishment. Osamu perked up, a large grin making its way onto his face as he followed his partner when Kunikida held the door for him.

•••

Chuuya was on the opposite side of town. After Kouyou had given him the folder that morning, he had left the house only after a few hours of sleep to go shopping for Christmas gifts, something he hadn't done in quite a while. He usually buried himself in work this time of year, not wanting to return to a silent and cold apartment. Instead, he had a warm house to return to filled with the mutterings of affectionate words, playful arguments, and a frankly absurd amount of kisses. Osamu demanded affection every chance he got and Chuuya was never one to say no to him.

"Mr. Fancy Hat!" A rather familiar voice called.

Chuuya furrowed his brows in confusion but looked around. He was dressed in civilian clothes, a warm turtleneck, a coat and jeans and without his signature hat so he did think he'd be super recognizable. But there was that nice farmer boy from the Agency bounding up to him, followed by a nervous Weretiger and a guarded Kyoka.

"Oh, the li'l punk of the Agency," Chuuya greeted, smiling at the kid. "What brings you three to this side of town?"

"Shopping!" The Kid said, "we have to go to a bakery here to pick up an order for our Christmas party."

"Is that so?" Chuuya said. "I take it I'll probably see you around then today, I'm shopping as well."

"You don't normally shop," Kyoka said, dragging Chuuya's attention to her.

"Thought I would do something different this year," Chuuya shrugged. "Besides, I thought I might get Ane-san something, she helped me out recently."

Kyoka seemed pensive with the new knowledge as the farm boy looked up excitedly at him.

"Do you want to join us? You can help us and we can help you shop!"

Chuuya chuckled, not seeing any harm in agreeing as he shrugged and nodded. The Weretiger still seemed on edge.

"Loosen up, Weretiger," he laughed. "I'm off duty during the day, no need to be so wary. I don't particularly care to bring work with me everywhere."

Soon enough, Chuuya ended up helping them haul an insane amount of stuff for the agency by driving it all over in his car. He didn't go inside, instead standing outside the car while the three Agency members took things into the building in trips.

His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID.

'Dumbass' was displayed on the screen alongside a cute little heart emoji that Osamu had put in and Chuuya didn't care enough to remove. He answered, glancing up to see Osamu staring down at him from a window.

"Bunnyyyyyyy, what are you doing?"

"Oh shut up, I'm just helping drop things off. We stumbled across each other."

"Can I leave with you?"

"No."

"Why nooooot?"

"Because everyone is right there."

"But I'd shout it from the rooftops if I could."

Chuuya snorted, noticing Kyoka in his peripheral looking between him and the bit of Osamu's hair in view from her angle of the window.

"I think someone's figured it out, unsurprising of Ane-san's former ward," Chuuya said, raising his voice just enough to acknowledge her presence. She nods quietly.

"I suppose I'll have to talk with her when she gets back?" Osamu said, a hint of worry in his voice.

"No, I think she's well aware of the position we're in and won't say anything. Anyway," he turns fully to her, "was that the last of the boxes."

Kyoka nods again and he slips back into the car to riffle out three little keychains that had caught his eye. Nothing special but a little Christmas gift for the three he had spent the afternoon with.

He gave a rabbit keychain to Kyoka and left instructions for giving the little pig keychain to Kenji and the tabby cat keychain to Atsushi. Wishing the three Merry Christmas, he drove back home to get started on dinner for the evening.

•••

Christmas morning, Osamu woke up to his husband curled comfortably against his chest. He ran a hand through ginger curls, enjoying the peacefulness of the morning as the sun started to filter through the curtains. The light hitting Chuuya's face brought out the soft freckles that dotted his face. His face scrunched under the light adorably but grey eyes slowly blinked awake.

"Good morning, slug," Osamu muttered fondly, kissing his forehead. He enjoyed the feeling of Chuuya pulling closer in the bed.

"Morning," Chuuya replied, his voice was heavy with sleep.

For the first time, Christmas seemed less like a deadline to Osamu and more like an actual holiday. One he got to spend with his family in the form of one sweet but fiery husband.