Notes:
Female Dazai is my queen okay?
Don't judge xD
Also, I decided to call her Okiko because I really like the same and it's kinda my personal headcanon name for her whenever I roleplay female Dazai-
Basically, this is just pure fluff and cuteness. I love giving them the happiness they deserve, even it's just for a little while~
Work Text:
Chuuya sighed as he opened the door to his apartment, entering the small hallway. He had just left it a few minutes ago in order to go to work but halfway towards the elevator, he noticed that he had forgotten his hat as well as his coat. The night had been a short, he was granted only three hours of sleep and he didn’t even have the energy to be annoyed at the fact that he had left half of his outfit at home. The ginger male moved quietly through the apartment, trying to not make any sound that could potentially wake his girlfriend, whom he had left sleeping this morning. He usually wasn’t this nice, especially since Okiko wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place, but it was rare enough that she got some sleep at all and he really didn’t want to deal with any of her shenanigans when he hasn’t gotten a proper nights rest himself.
Chuuya ran a hand through his hair as he glanced around the living room. He swore he had left both items on the couch before he went to bed that night. He rarely ever forgot where he placed important items. So why weren’t his coat and hat where he left them just a few hours ago? “I don’t have time for this…” He mumbled to himself as he looked towards the bedroom door. Maybe he left it in there after all? Okiko was a light sleeper and while he usually never passed on an opportunity to annoy the Brunette a little, he felt his heart break a little at the thought of waking her up. He had spent a few minutes this morning to watch her, as it was a rare sight. She had looked exhausted, hair messily fanned out on the pillow as her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath. He knew insomnia was her constant companion so he couldn’t help but smile a little in relief when he thought about Okiko catching up on some needed rest. Maybe, if he was really quiet, he could make it in and out of the bedroom without interrupting her slumber? She didn’t wake up when he had gotten up earlier so maybe that could work. He made his way towards the bedroom door, when he noticed that it wasn’t completely closed. Huh. Maybe he was going mad after all; he definitely remembered that he had closed the door completely before he left the apartment. He reached for the handle and pushed the door further open, glancing inside carefully. Okiko’s clothes were still scattered all across the floor, her long beige skirt and white collared shirt in one corner and her waistcoat and trench coat in another, along with her white flats. He rolled his eyes at the mess and decided to scold her later. His sight shifted towards the bed and this was when he noticed that his girlfriend wasn’t even there anymore. The covers were pushed to the side, pillows disarranged and looking as if she had tried to hug something to death tonight (thankfully it wasn’t himself). He blinked lightly but wasn’t really confused. He probably had woken her up earlier after all. Maybe she was taking a shower? Given that her clothes were still around, she still must be around here somewhere. Chuuya massaged the bridge of his nose as he exhaled slowly. Maybe Okiko knew where his stuff went. Chances were she had hidden them somewhere in order to have him be late for work on purpose. It wouldn’t be the first time and each time brought him a little closer to kicking her out the nearest window. He loved her, a lot, but she was still as playful as she had been back when they were teenagers. It could be incredibly endearing but also incredibly annoying, especially now. Kouyou will have his head if he was late again…
“Oi, Okiko! I know you’re around here somewhere, where’s my goddamn stuff?! I need to leave, I don’t have time for your stupid as games, woman!” The Ginger called out for his lover as he left the bedroom. He couldn’t find her in the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, so there weren’t much rooms left as the living room was directly attached to the kitchen. Maybe she hid in the dressing room? It was pretty much the only logical option left as he was pretty sure a woman her size wouldn’t fit into the small pantry. He turned towards the door that led into the dressing room, a small ray of light falling through the small opening, as the door wasn’t fully closed. “Got you…” He mumbled as he took quick steps towards the door, reaching for the handle and pushing it open. What he saw certainly wasn’t what he expected and for a moment, it left him completely speechless.
