Soukoku Domestic Oneshots

So You've Been Cheating?

hi! This was a draft i guess i never posted.. so.. but here you go :]

Chuuya sat at the end of the couch, sipping from his cup of red whine as he waits for Dazai to come through the door. He hears the keys cling together,
until the door lock shifts and the door swings open. It being currently in the AMS, Dazai comes in looking rushed to get there. Only to be greeted by this patiently waiting husband, who's also not completely sober.

Dazai looks over, slowly closing the door and locking it. He spoke, only to be cut off by the other immediately. "You were gone for a while now." Chuuya huffed, looking up at the other with deadly serious eyes. But they didn't look happy. More like, tired, and restless... like he's even been crying.

"You were in such a hurry this morning to go to work... but, I've noticed... you don't work in the mornings." Chuuya stood up, slowly walking over to taller male ahead of him. "You work in the afternoon. But I only had noticed after I was at the front doors of the Port Mafia..."

"What are you getting at, baby-"

"Don't call me that." Chuuya hissed, clenching the glass in his hand. He stare at the floor, continuing his well prepared speech. "So I decided I'd come visit... drive around and see you at work. I thought maybe... you were just trying to be more, productive, and actually work for money maybe?"

Dazai's shoulders sagged, already knowing what he was about to be accused for. He took off his shoes and jacket, setting them in their places before sighing back at Chuuya. "Can I explain."

"I'm not finished." Chuuya looked at him again, "but instead, after driving around and even walking inside and asking where you fucking were, you hadn't even shown up to work. No one knew where you were, why?"

Chuuya nodded, throwing his glass to the floor and walking into the bed room. Dazai heard footsteps pacing back, before a heavy force pushed him back against the wall. A suitcase, packed to the rim of most of his belongings, thrown at him with the most force the redhead could gather. "Because you were hanging around with some bitch, holding hands and shit. Like a oh so lovely couple. When you have a husband. A husband who cooks and cleans for you. Buys the toilet paper you use to wipe your ass every fucking day in this house. This house, that we pay for together! The husband who you've been married to for four fucking long ass painful years and that you've put through more shit than anyone else you fucking know!"

"Chuuya. I know you're mad."

"I don't want to hear it." He sniffed, turning his face away to hide his tears. "Just get the fuck out."

"Just let me explain! I can tell you why if you'd just listen to me!" Dazai was almost desperate, even though.. he knew this would probably be the last time he'd step foot in this house as Chuuyas loving husband.

"You've cheated on me three times already! I don't want anymore of your dumbass excuses! You don't love me."

Dazai stood on his feet, throwing the suit cases aside. "Don't say that."

"You don't love me. You love woman! I'm just- not enough! I'm not a woman! I know that! But I keep listening to your shit lies about how much you love and care for me while you go and fuck with other girls behind my back like I'm nothing but shit!" Chuuya sniffed again, covering his face as his voice went weak. "Just get out, Osamu... "

Dazai's gaze stare at the back of the other, hesitating on the right choice. Should he leave or try and comfort... would comforting make it worse? Or would actually leaving make it worse? Maybe he'd just stay in the bathroom until Chuuya isn't mad anymore...

His slowly and shakily moved closer to the ginger, first setting a hand on his shoulder, then wrapping his arms around him knowing Chuuya wouldn't push him away. The shorter just cry, turning and comfortably crying into Dazai's chest. He wanted to speak, Burt everything came out as a whimper. So Dazai had a chance to speak instead.

"I'm not perfect..." the brunette whispered. "You know that before we got married... I make stupid and little mistakes like this. I flirt with girls when I'm not supposed to... when I'm married, there's just something mentally wrong with me. And I...I am sorry."

"You said that last time... and I forgave you only for you to do it again!"

"I know. Don't forgive me. Hold it against me until the day I successfully commit suicide... but please don't make me leave. I love you, Chuuya..." Chuuya shook his head, backing away from
Dazai's chest only to be held closer. "I love you, Chuuya."

"You're just lying. I don't like untrustworthy people."

"My love is not a lie. How maybe people do I say I love a day? There's no one else that I'd say it to so why would I waste my breath for you if I didn't love you?"

"Your reasonings are stupid." Chuuya sniffed, looking up at him.

"I love you..." he said again, smiling down at the puffed face other.

"..I love you," He smiled back.