With me forever...

A night in (Soukoku)

Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara were sprawled on the couch in Dazai's apartment, a bowl of popcorn nestled between them. The evening had settled in, casting a cozy glow over the room as they debated over which movie to watch. After a playful argument and some well-placed teasing, they finally agreed on an old classic that held a special place in both their hearts.

The movie began, its familiar opening scene drawing them into its story. Chuuya, who had been leaning back comfortably, glanced over at Dazai. The usually mischievous sparkle in Dazai's eyes was softened by the warm light from the TV, making him look almost serene.

"You know," Chuuya said, breaking the comfortable silence, "we don't do this often enough. Just relax and watch a movie, I mean."

Dazai turned to him, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "I guess we're both a bit too busy saving the world or causing trouble."

Chuuya chuckled, shaking his head. "More like you causing trouble and me cleaning up your messes."

Dazai laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth. "Touché, Chuuya."

As the movie progressed, they fell into a comfortable rhythm, sharing popcorn and exchanging quiet comments about the plot. Dazai's arm rested on the back of the couch, his fingers occasionally brushing against Chuuya's shoulder, a touch that was as familiar as it was comforting.

Halfway through the movie, Dazai shifted slightly, his arm now resting more securely around Chuuya's shoulders. Chuuya leaned into the touch, his head resting against Dazai's chest. The gentle rise and fall of Dazai's breathing was soothing, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

Dazai's hand moved to Chuuya's hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands. Chuuya closed his eyes, savoring the sensation. It was these quiet, intimate moments that reminded them of the bond they shared, a bond that went beyond words and actions.

The movie played on, but their focus had shifted. Dazai's touch became more deliberate, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on Chuuya's shoulder. Chuuya's breath hitched slightly, his eyes opening to meet Dazai's gaze. There was a depth to Dazai's eyes, a mixture of affection and longing that made Chuuya's heart race.

"Dazai," Chuuya whispered, his voice barely audible.

Dazai's response was a soft hum, his hand moving to cup Chuuya's cheek. The touch was tender, a silent question that Chuuya answered by leaning in closer. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, the movie forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.

The kiss deepened, a dance of familiarity and passion. Dazai's hand slid to the back of Chuuya's neck, pulling him closer. Chuuya responded with equal fervor, his hands gripping Dazai's shirt as if anchoring himself to the moment.

They broke apart briefly, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the movie playing on in the background, a distant echo of reality.

"I missed this," Chuuya admitted, his voice barely more than a breath.

Dazai smiled, his thumb brushing across Chuuya's cheek. "Me too. We should make time for this more often."

Chuuya nodded, their lips meeting once more in a kiss that spoke of promises and unspoken words. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in their shared sanctuary.

The night stretched on, filled with whispered confessions and tender touches. It was a moment that encapsulated everything they were to each other—partners, friends, and something deeper that neither of them could quite put into words.

The movie credits had long since finished rolling, but Dazai and Chuuya remained in their shared embrace on the couch, the room bathed in the soft, flickering light of the TV. They lingered in the warmth of their closeness, savoring the quiet intimacy.

Dazai gently traced the curve of Chuuya's jaw with his fingers, his touch feather-light. "You know," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with affection, "there's no one else I'd rather spend nights like this with."

Chuuya's lips curled into a small smile, his eyes half-lidded with contentment. "You say that now, but I'm sure you'd find some way to make trouble even in a moment like this."

Dazai chuckled, the sound vibrating through Chuuya's body. "Perhaps. But trouble is more fun with you by my side."

Chuuya leaned in, capturing Dazai's lips in another kiss. This one was slower, more deliberate, as if they were savoring the connection between them. Their kisses deepened, the world outside their small bubble of warmth and affection ceasing to matter.

Dazai's hand slid from Chuuya's jaw to his neck, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin. Chuuya's breath hitched, his hands gripping Dazai's shirt tighter as he responded with equal fervor. The air around them seemed to crackle with the intensity of their shared emotion.

"Chuuya," Dazai whispered against his lips, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and desire.

Chuuya pulled back slightly, his eyes searching Dazai's. "What is it?"

Dazai's gaze softened, a rare moment of vulnerability shining through. "I want you to know that you mean everything to me. In all the chaos and uncertainty, you're my constant."

Chuuya's heart swelled with emotion, his grip on Dazai's shirt tightening. "You idiot," he whispered, his voice thick with affection. "You mean everything to me too."

Their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths mingling as they shared a moment of profound connection. The love and trust between them were palpable, a silent promise that no matter what challenges they faced, they would face them together.

Dazai's hand moved to the small of Chuuya's back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Chuuya responded by wrapping his arms around Dazai's neck, deepening their embrace. The kisses that followed were a blend of passion and tenderness, each one a testament to the bond they shared.

They lost track of time, the outside world fading away as they focused solely on each other. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a reminder of their deep connection, a connection that had been forged through shared experiences, both good and bad.

Eventually, they pulled back, their breaths coming in soft pants as they gazed at each other. Dazai's eyes shone with a mix of love and mischief, while Chuuya's were filled with warmth and affection.

"We should probably head to bed," Dazai suggested, his voice a playful murmur.

Chuuya nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, but only if you promise not to cause any trouble."

Dazai chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Chuuya's forehead. "No promises."

They disentangled themselves from the couch, their movements slow and reluctant. Hand in hand, they made their way to the bedroom, the warmth of their shared moments lingering between them.

As they settled into bed, their bodies curled around each other in a familiar and comforting embrace, Dazai whispered into the darkness, "Goodnight, Chuuya."

Chuuya's response was a soft murmur, his voice filled with contentment. "Goodnight, Dazai."

In the quiet of the night, with the city outside their window a distant hum, they found solace in each other. No matter what the future held, they knew they would face it together, their bond unbreakable and their love unwavering.

1173 words, not bad but still a bit short, anyway I'm running out of ideas guys... REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER AND EAT !! <333 (send me skk ideas or fyolai ideas if u have any!!)