Fragments of Us - Soukoku Oneshots

16. Secret Getaway ❤️‍🩹

Chuuya stood in the kitchen, eyes focused on the sizzling pan in front of him. The smell of eggs and toast filled the small space, and for once, the quiet was almost comforting. Almost. The only problem was the reason for it. Dazai was in the shower, which meant Chuuya had mere minutes of peace before the whirlwind returned.

As if on cue, the bathroom door opened, and soft footsteps padded across the floor.

"You're really trying to impress me, huh, Chuuya? Cooking breakfast? What's next, a heartfelt love confession?" Dazai's voice was smooth, and Chuuya didn't need to turn around to picture the smug grin on his face.

"Shut up," Chuuya grumbled, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. He flipped the egg over with a bit more force than necessary. "I'm hungry. You're just collateral."

Dazai chuckled, the sound growing closer until Chuuya felt warmth behind him, a body too close, too familiar. Then came the light touch of hands ghosting over his waist, and Chuuya stiffened. Water droplets dripped from Dazai's damp hair onto his neck, sliding down his skin.

"You're a terrible liar, Chuuya," Dazai whispered, leaning in until his breath was warm against Chuuya's ear. His voice was low, teasing, but it held a softness that made Chuuya's pulse skip.

Chuuya's grip on the spatula tightened. "And you're still dripping water everywhere. Can't you dry off like a normal person?"

Dazai hummed, his hands sliding fully around Chuuya's waist now, pulling him back slightly. "But then I wouldn't get to see you flustered like this."

Chuuya cursed under his breath, his cheeks warming at the contact. "I'm not flustered, you idiot. I'm trying to make breakfast."

"Mm, sure." Dazai's lips brushed lightly against Chuuya's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "But I know you, Chuuya. You're doing this for me. It's cute, really."

Chuuya felt his face heat up even more. Damn it. He hated how Dazai always saw right through him.

"I'm not doing anything for you," he muttered, knowing it sounded weak. "Just eat the damn eggs and leave me alone."

But Dazai wasn't letting go. Instead, he tightened his hold, his chin resting on Chuuya's shoulder. "You say that, but you've been extra nice to me lately. What's the occasion?"

Chuuya tensed, focusing too hard on flipping the eggs. He wasn't going to answer that. Not a chance.

The silence stretched for a few seconds before Dazai's chuckle broke it. "You're bad at hiding things, you know. But don't worry, I won't tease you too much... yet."

"Too late for that, bastard." Chuuya grumbled, shoving the finished egg onto a plate. He turned off the stove and tried to step away, but Dazai's arms around him didn't budge.

"By the way," Dazai started, the teasing edge returning to his voice, "you don't have to worry about the paparazzi today. I took care of them."

Chuuya blinked, his heart skipping a beat. "What do you mean, 'took care of them'?"

"Let's just say," Dazai purred, his lips brushing the shell of Chuuya's ear, "I have people making sure no one disturbs us today. Paparazzi, reporters, anyone with a camera... they've been handled."

Chuuya groaned. "You're unbelievable."

"I know. It's part of my charm." Dazai pressed a kiss to the side of Chuuya's neck, and Chuuya gritted his teeth, trying not to let the sensation get to him.

"You're paranoid," Chuuya shot back, though it was half-hearted at best. He appreciated Dazai's planning... not that he'd ever admit it.

"I prefer prepared," Dazai whispered, his lips trailing slowly up Chuuya's neck to his jaw. "I always make sure everything goes perfectly when it comes to you."