Soukoku One-Shots

The City Never Sleeps (and Neither Can We)

a/n: this was a request from theonlystariseeisyou! i apologize for such a long wait but i hope you enjoy <3

Post-Canon

Usually, the mafia didn't take vacations.

Luckily for Dazai, his husband was always overworked and it was easy to convince him to make an exception—just this once.

"Chuuya," Dazai had declared one night when he slammed their apartment door behind him and kicked off his shoes. "It's time we went on vacation."

When he made his way into the kitchen, he'd found Chuuya seated on their kitchen counter, collar unbuttoned and hair a curly mess. He looked exhausted with his head thrown back and his eyes shut like that.

Dazai slipped off his jacket and padded toward him, careful not to make too much noise and startle him. (He was going to ignore the fact that he'd thrown the door open like a madman and shouted rather carelessly a moment ago).

"Chuuya," he murmured, settling between Chuuya's knees and moving a few stray curls from his face.

Chuuya let out a low, throaty hum, eyelids fluttering open, and met Dazai's gaze with half-lidded eyes. "Hey."

"Hi, darling."

Chuuya hummed again and closed his eyes, moving to throw his arms over Dazai's shoulders and rest his head in the crook of his neck. Cute. Chuuya was always especially cute when he was sleepy, Dazai had always thought.

"I was thinking," he began softly.

"That's never a good sign," Chuuya murmured into his shoulder.

Dazai chuckled at that, low and breathy. "I was thinking," he repeated, "that you're overworked. Let's go somewhere for a few days."

Chuuya let out a long sigh, fiddling with the hair at the base of Dazai's neck. "Can't," he grumbled, eyelashes tickling Dazai's collarbones when his lids tremble. "Too much to do. I've got a big mission on Sunday and I still haven't—"

"Chuuya." Dazai gently slid his hands to either side of Chuuya's waist, tugging until he sat up and they could meet each others' gaze. "I'll take care of everything. You do too much as it is."

"But—"

Dazai leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Chuuya's lips, effectively shutting him up for a moment. It was brief, and when Dazai pulled away, he couldn't help but smile. Chuuya was very cute when he was sleepy. "Do you remember that cabin a few hours from here in the Tanzawa Mountains? The old safe house?"

Chuuya frowned. "Yeah? The Port Mafia demolished it a couple months ago."

Dazai held up a finger. "Almost demolished it. I happened to convince Kouyou to sell it to me."

He could see the confusion written all over Chuuya's face. "With what money?" he asked, perfectly genuine.

"With your money. Nakahara Chuuya is the sole owner."

Chuuya blinked at him—his head was working a little more slowly than usual, and Dazai found it very amusing. "So?" he finally replied, and Dazai couldn't help but smile. He would be angry about it later, probably.

"So, I was thinking we could go there for a couple days. To get away from the city."

"I already told you—"

"Would you say yes if I said I already negotiated with Mori to give you time off?" Dazai cut in, watching the words settle in the air between them. Chuuya looked at him with a blank stare, and then his lips parted with surprise, and then he hung his head with a low chuckle.