𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Our Love- simply needs an artist's touch!

"So you don't have plans for the fourteenth of February— um, Valentines?" Akutagawa asks cautiously, almost as if he was going to be apart of a catastrophe if he'd done even the littlest thing wrong. Chuuya quirks an eyebrow up, eyeing the raven suspiciously.

"No, I don't." He says, sipping on his tea and looking away from Akutagawa. "...Mori-san told us to go the art museum on Valentines, if we had some spare time. And only between one to one-thirty pm."

"I don't have a problem with that. It would be the first time I've ever gone to a museum before. Why do you seem so careful while asking me about it?"

Akutagawa coughs —chokes really— and looks at him as if intensely thinking about what would happen next.

"The boss intends it to be... A social event that could strengthen our bond with the Armed Detective Agency." He chirps after a long while, biting the bottom of his lip expectantly. "Hah?! So you mean idiot Dazai is gonna be there?! Count me out! I'm not going if that bandage-brained disease near the area, especially on Valentines Day. I'd rather spend my day at the comfort of my home!"

"...I'm afraid it's mandatory."

"Fuck."

———

It was a shitty day so far. Chuuya had to walk through the shittiest things on the way to the museum. Hearts, signs that have LOVE in bold, capital letters and even some sappy shit on it too. The worst part was the couples, the gross, lovey-dovey couples that hold hands and stare lovingly into each other's eyes with hearts in them.

He can just imagine how many crappy quips Dazai can make about his love life, mainly about the lack there of.

(Maybe he can ask a friend to come with and pretend to be his lover. Nevermind, Dazai would probably find out in less than a minute and he'd be disturbing a person he knows for no apparent reason.)

Kouyou was standing near the front entrance talking to Kyouka at arm's length, alongside the purple-haired woman he once fought against— Yosano, he thinks. The one who trapped him in the fucking book is munching on some snacks with a triumphant smile. The weretiger glaring at Akutagawa's back, while Akutagawa glares back when the other isn't looking. Dazai, shitty fucking Dazai looks over at him with a mischievous smirk, showing malice and an ugliness increased tenfold.

He turns his head the other way and spots his favorite member of the agency.

"Chuuya-san! Happy Valentines, how are you?" Kenji asks with stars in his eyes, hands clasped together and all in all looks like a bundle of joy. (Which he is.) "Happy Val, I'm doin' fine, how 'bout you kid? Any people giving you a hard time?"

"I'm doing really good, thank you for asking! Kyouka-chan is also doing well, she has been talking with the agency and we even got crepes before coming here, so she's really happy!" Chuuya hums, lips quirking upwards. "That's good to hear."

"Ah, Dazai-san is also doing very well! He tried to jump off the bridge only once on the way here, and he only complained about you for ten minutes." His eye twitches, but his smile doesn't falter. This kid does not have a filter. "I didn't ask about the mackerel."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Kenji's joyful voice tones down just a bit, and so does Chuuya's smile. "Hey, it's fine." He puts his hand on the blonde's hat and pushes it down, preventing it from being taken by the strong wind that's started to blow past. Of course, he stops his own via his ability.