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Chapter 45 I'll Give You Mine

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October turns into November, but for the first time since they moved out here, Chuuya doesn't spend the holiday season drowning in exam work. As a third year, he has research papers instead of exams, and they don't require long nights shut up in the library, only venturing home for food and sleep.

Which means, the week before Thanksgiving, Dazai is able to make a slightly unusual request.

"Any plans this weekend?"

"...Other than throwing my laptop into the bay? Not really."

"Do you think you could take Saturday off?"

Chuuya turns to look at Dazai, who is just drinking his morning coffee innocently, about to walk out the door. "Yeah—probably. Why?"

"I just thought it would be nice to spend the day together," Dazai shrugs, taking a sip. "I still like surprising you, when I can." He waggles his eyebrows at him, "It helps keep the romance alive."

Chuuya snorts, pulling his hair up. "Something tells me you'll never let it die out."

Dazai smiles into his coffee, "That's sort of the plan , yeah."

Chuuya doesn't think much of it at first. Dazai likes taking him on little trips now and then to surprise him. Last year, for Chuuya's birthday, he surprised him with a trip to New York City at the last minute. Or there was another time when Dazai had flown them out to Hawaii. Not for any particular occasion, mind you, just because he wanted to.

So, when Saturday rolls around and Dazai doesn't drag Chuuya to the airport, he's surprised.

He tosses one duffle for the both of them in the back of the car, and he actually goes for the driver's seat.

Dazai started learning how to drive after they moved—mostly because in the states it's practically a necessity —and it was a slow, stressful process. He can do it, but he almost never volunteers.

"Are you sure you don't want me to—?" Chuuya starts, but Dazai shakes his head.

"I've got it," he turns the keys in the ignition while Chuuya climbs into the passenger's seat, "even if I just had you follow a GPS, you could still peek."

Chuuya raises an eyebrow, buckling up. "If you're that committed to the surprise, I'm surprised you didn't just hire a driver."

Dazai shrugs, reaching over to intertwine their fingers together over the center console. "I just wanted it to be you and me today."

Chuuya can't really explain why that makes his chest feel so warm, especially after all of the other ridiculous things that Dazai says on a regular basis, but...his boyfriend has a way of making Chuuya feel like the most important thing in the world, even with small, offhand comments.

Chuuya squeezes his fingers, looking out the window, "Well—I'm not going to complain about that."

There's no plane ride, and the drive itself is only an hour which, for one of Dazai's surprises, is a record.

"Is there some sort of occasion?" Chuuya comments, watching the countryside slide by through the window.

"Not yet."