What you're name ?

Chapter 42 California Dreaming

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Chuuya's last year of college goes by without any major hiccups—Dazai settles nicely into his new job. It's boring, repetitive, and it crushes his soul a little bit—but the pay is excellent , and he may or may not have a thing for buying Chuuya Gucci. Or seeing Chuuya in Gucci. And possibly fucking Chuuya in—

Well, you get the point.

But now, with spring approaching, Dazai is tackling an entirely new obstacle.

Their fifth anniversary.

Pinpointing the exact day they started dating is a little complicated. The first time they kissed? That was in January of Dazai's third year. But they didn't exactly agree on the labels of 'boyfriends like until February and neither of them were sure on which day. So, they celebrate it in early March, because it takes their minds to something other than March 3rd, which isn't a good memory for either of them.

So, they settled on March 12th, which is fast approaching.

He's been tossing around gift ideas, something extravagant—or vacations, but with Chuuya's school schedule, it's complicated, or , his eyes settle on the box sitting on the corner of his desk.

He could always take that to the jeweler. Chuuya is almost twenty-two now, Dazai is pushing twenty-four—that's old enough, right?He runs through Chuuya's list from the train.

They're four years older. Dazai definitely has money now—and Chuuya is still working on a decent chunk from his settlement. And then, the last thing, that was—?

His office phone rings, and Dazai finds himself snapped out of his thoughts. He reaches for it, lifting it to his ears, "Mizuho Financial, this is Dazai Osamu."

"Dazai?" He raises an eyebrow at the voice on the other line—he hasn't heard from him in a long time.

"...Katai?" He leans back in his chair, twirling the phone cord around his index finger. "It's been a while—how did you get my office number?"

"Fyodor mentioned that you worked here, but wasn't so kind as to share your personal information, so," Katai sounds a little apologetic, "I kind of hacked you."

Given that Dazai works in one of the largest investment banks in Japan, he should be concerned.

"Oh, cool," he yawns, spinning in his chair, lifting up the cord so he doesn't get tangled up in it, "that sounds like you. What's up?"

"Well," Katai's voice is a bit nervous , "I—how's the fancy job?"

"It's moving me towards my goals." Dazai shrugs, still spinning slowly in his chair.

"Which are?"

"Filling a clawfoot bathtub with money and fucking my boyfriend in it," Dazai rolls his eyes, because Katai is painfully bad at small talk, and work puts Dazai in a bad mood, so he doesn't feel like making it easier for him. "How's Berkeley?"

"O—oh, it's good..."Katai trails off with a sigh, "Actually, I was calling to ask for a favor. Kind of...a big favor."

Dazai's eyes narrow a little, because the last time he did Katai a favor, he didn't even want to, Chuuya made him, and Dazai —

Ugh .

"...What sort of favor?"

"Would it be possible for you to make it out here in a couple of weeks?"

"...To California?" Dazai asks flatly.

"Yeah."

"As in the United States of America, California?"