Summary:
Coming to stand beside Chuuya, the brunet stared at the huge pile of laundry that had to be done.
“Help me with this, Shitty Dazai,” Chuuya demanded with a groan of frustration.
Dazai gave him a look, also groaning at the sheer size of the mountain of clothes, “Oh, Chibi, how many clothes are these?”
Or: Soukoku do laundry together, in a completely domestic setting. That’s it, that’s the plot.
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“Dazai!”
The shout echoed throughout the whole floor, the voice unmistakably belonging to a certain redhead. The man being called jolted at the yell, hurrying to get up and strode towards the bedroom from where the voice echoed. Entering the room, Dazai realised what had Chuuya’s boxers in a twist in the middle of their free day.
Coming to stand beside Chuuya, the brunet stared at the huge pile of laundry that had to be done.
“Help me with this, Shitty Dazai,” Chuuya demanded with a groan of frustration.
Dazai gave him a look, also groaning at the sheer size of the mountain of clothes, “Oh, Chibi, how many clothes are these?”
Chuuya glared at him heavily, none of his usual grin in place. Dazai, noticing this, sighed but gave in, “Fine, I’ll help. On one condition.”
“What condition?” The redhead asked, completely done with his day.
Dazai smirked, stepping closer to the redhead who stared at him suspiciously. He looped an arm around the redhead’s waist, pulling him closer to himself. The redhead’s sharp eyes softened marginally, and their stare-off continued for a few seconds. Dazai bent down, his face getting closer and closer, and Chuuya automatically closed his eyes, his expression relaxing and his own arms coming to loop around the brunet’s neck. Dazai blew a raspberry onto Chuuya’s nose, who jolted slightly at the sudden action.
Grinning, Dazai merely bumped his forehead against Chuuya’s.
The redhead opened his eyes abruptly, a surprised expression taking place before his eyes narrowed and he tightened his hold around the brunet’s neck. Dazai gasped dramatically, tightening his own hold against Chuuya’s waist.
“Kinky,” Dazai whispered, his voice slightly strained.
Chuuya abruptly let go, stepping back at the words with a deadpan look, shaking his head at the man-child, and got to separating the laundry colour-wise. Dazai observed him doing so, enjoying the sight of the redhead doing simple household chores as if he wasn’t one of the Executives of The Port Mafia. Once Chuuya was done, he put the clothes into laundry basket, making sure they remained separated and gestured the brunet closer.
Dazai stepped forward, and Chuuya pushed the basket into his hands without saying anything. The brunet gaped at the redhead who merely started walking towards the laundry room. Dazai watched him go for a few seconds, and then immediately followed after. Once they stepped through the door, Chuuya beelined towards the washing machine and instructed Dazai to do as he said. They stood side by side in front of the washing machine, tossing in clothes and detergent and pushing the start button in sync. Chuuya leaned against the machine and watched as the water started churning.
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FanfictionMostly Fluff (filled with Crack) Note: I will keep updating the series as we go. Though I suspect, most of them would either be 1 - 2k words or around that. Since itʼs only fluff with like, no angst, it seems it doesnʼt require for me to write as mu...
