Chuuya's day was shit.
He doesn't know how much Mori thinks he's capable of within a day but he really had the audacity to send him for five consecutive missions that were pretty important in a single day. Sometimes he wonders in the Mafia is the best place for his mental system, but today isn't the day to question his wellbeing.
After a long ass day of killing or ambushing irrelevant people, he was finally given the privilege to step out and leave.
Good thing the traffic was decent, because who knows. He might of blown up a car or two due to his mindset at that time.
Anyways, when his feet finally hit the nostalgic door mat he jokingly put there but kept, he hesitantly reached his hand towards the door knob.
If Dazai blew up his fucking kitchen today he's gonna fucking-
The door creaked open, and the atmosphere around the house was oddly quiet.
A bit too quiet for his liking when Dazai's in his home.
His gaze wandered between the hallways, until finally zooming in on his bedrooms door. Dazai's probably there, sleeping maybe, judging off the lack of noise.
Wait…
Was that moaning he could hear?
Oh god he's too tired for this shit
He kicked off his shoes that he probably bought off some random rich store that he's forgotten the name of and headed towards the familar beige frame of the wooden door.
The…. interesting noises increased in volume when he neared the dreaded room.
Chuuya decided to shove the door open quickly, like ripping a bandaid off a scab at full speed. Inside, he could see a dark silouette a few metres in front of him.
Did he not get enough sleep last night? Why is his eyesight failing on him this second? Chuuya rubbed his eyes fustratedly and checked if he coukd see better, but then immediately regrets fixing his vision.
It was Dazai.
Of course it was Dazai, no other brunette bastard would have enough nerve and confidence to break into his apartment for practically no reason.
But it was Dazai.
In a….. bunny costume?
And was he fucking himself on a bright pink dildo?
The brunette swung his head reflexively around the moment he heard the bedroom door open. Chuuya's back already? He swore that he blackmailed Mori into giving him more missions to delay his arrival back home.
You see, Dazai chose to be an annoying little shit today, so as soon as he knew Chuuya stepped foot outside his apartment he broke in and dressed up in a bunny costume.
It was made out of shiny black latex wrapping around his chest to to hipbone, then traveling down in a V shape to cover his crotch, highlighting his small waist and the symmetrical curves enlighting his body.
He was also wearing fishnets that darkened the shade of his thighs, emphasising how long his legs truly were.
A shirt collar attached to nothing wrapped around his neck with a bright red ribbon adding colour to the bunny costume, as well as the white cuffs intertwining around his wrist.
Then the final touch. The bunny headband, that sported a matching black colour, sat on his head comfortably. He swung his head around, watching the bunny ears following his actions and slightly bouncing every time he took a step forwards or backwards.
