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

Act Of Service

Ta/Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Out of Character Dazai Osamu, Bickering, Swearing, Driving, 5 Times

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Nakahara Chuuya is used to doing everything all by himself. Maybe that's why, whenever someone offers to help him out with even the most mundane things, it makes him feel things.

Especially when it comes from a certain annoying brunet whose life mission, he swore, was to annoy him to death.

More often than not, it's Chuuya who does the 'servicing' but once in a while, and always in the perfect moments, Dazai would return the favor.

Or maybe it's just Dazai being his manipulative, shitty self, who's stupidly good at reading him but still, it makes Chuuya feels things- Good things.

I.

"That'd be ¥10,890 in total."

"Right." Chuuya nodded, patting his pants' pockets to feel his wallet but- "Huh? No way. I don't have my wallet with me?" The redhead then turned to look for his partner. "Oi, shitty Dazai! Did you-"

"Here."

Chuuya paused as he looked at Dazai who passed the cashier a card. Not Chuuya's but his own.

Chuuya continued to watch as the brunet finished the payment and held onto some of the groceries back. "Let's go."

"Oh. Yeah." He nodded and held onto the rest, following after his lover.

"I can't believe Chuuya didn't have his wallet with him! Was that a plan to get me to pay for your stuff?" Dazai said with a teasing smile.

"It was not! I thought you swiped my wallet, dammit." Chuuya muttered. "Besides, it's your stuff too."

"I thought Chuuya's learnt to be cunning now."

"Don't lump me together with you." The mafioso clicked his tongue. Then, with a small voice, he added : "Thanks. I'll pay you back later."

The brunet waved him off with a small smirk. "There's no need."

And if Chuuya's heart skipped a bit at that then Dazai didn't need to know.

"W-Well, that's just fair! You used my money all the time, after all."

II.

Chuuya let out a huge sigh after signing a paper on his desk were piles of paperwork that seemed to be never ending. He then glanced at the clock and groaned inwardly; It's almost time for dinner and he has yet to prepare anything.

Let's see... What does he have in the fridge? Maybe he can make curry? Seems like it'll take too long. Stew? Hotpot? He can just throw the ingredients in the soup and it'll be done but most of the ingredients that's not vegetables are frozen.

Ah, shit- He still has got so many things to do, he can't even think of a decent dinner. Fuck!

A touch on his shoulder pulled him to reality before he could spiral down. He saw Dazai with a knowing look on his face as he squeezed his shoulder.

"Hey."

"Hi." Chuuya breathed out, relaxing momentarily before the thoughts of deadlines and dinner came back.

"Chuuya, baby, breathe . Follow me, okay?"

And as the ginger calmed down by doing so, Dazai patted his head.

"Working this tiny little brain hard, huh? They're gonna shrink into nothingness."

"Fuck off." Chuuya swatted him away in annoyance, making the detective laugh.