oneshots // bsd

chuuya

"[name], [name], my wonderful darling—"

"careful, dazai," you warned, not looking up from your file. you had already gone overtime and you were tired.

"—friend," he added hastily, "how's fumiya?"

"hes wonderful," you responded with an exhausted smile. "you should come see him sometime."

"maybe if chuuya lifts the ban on me." he took a seat on the corner of your desk. "how old is he now?"

"eight months."

"and you and chuuya are still together?"

you narrowed your eyes at him. dazai asking about your son wasn't strange on its own, but his eager grin and glistening eyes made you suspicious. "what do you need?"

he exhaled in relief. "thank you; i talked myself into a corner there." you gave him a pointed look and he chuckled softly to himself, pulling a folder out of his coat. "can you cross reference this with your file? i feel like i'm missing something here."

"dazai, i have a baby at home!" you whined loudly.

"i know, i know!" dazai leaned closer, grinning mischievously. "but you'll do me this teeny, tiny favour, won't you?"

you sighed at the thinly veiled threat. dazai was the only one you told about your relationship with chuuya and every time your other coworkers came to visit your son, your partner was conveniently out. you assumed everyone else knew but no one said anything about it.

"fine. fine! but you have to come visit fumiya."

"of course! scouts honour." dazai wasn't a scout.

you begrudgingly did the work and he hummed lightly, watching you finish his work. you gave him occasional glares.

when you finished, you stood and stretched, making your way home. dazai talked your ear off cheerfully your entire way home, but you blocked him out. fumiya should be asleep by now, or at the very least be getting ready for bed, and chuuya should be home unless he also had overtime. if that was the case, the nanny would have called.

you unlocked the door as and paused, hearing faint cooing and laughter. kicking off your shoes, you looked over at dazai, who shrugged, quietly treading into the house, following you. you walked toward the living room, stopping when you saw the scene in front of you. chuuya was using his ability to levitate fumiya above him, watching him swim circles in front of the tv before falling back into his father's outstretched hands, giggling softly as his father eskimo kissed him. you couldn't help but take a photo.

the shutter surprised them both and fumiya laughed cheerfully, floating up to you. dazai had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you grabbed your son out of the air before he could touch him and you rocked him in your grasp as chuuya walked up to you, kissing your temple. "why did you bring the mackerel here?"

"i can't come to see my godson?"

"he's not your godson!" chuuya snapped, looking at you. "right?" you nodded and he turned back to dazai. you held out fumiya towards dazai, who bundled the baby up in his arms.

"we're gonna need to talk, darling," you mumbled. "about why he's still awake."

"he was waiting for his mummy."

"did you change his nappies?"

"yup, and fed him."

you smiled at him, kissing him sweetly. "thanks, angel."

"disgusting." dazai rolled his eyes and winced as fumiya tugged on his curls. he tried to hand back the baby and chuuya took him, cooing as you prepared a drink for your guest.

once dazai left, chuuya took fumiya back to the nursery, turning the light off and setting his son in his cot, kissing his chubby little hand. he set off the mobile above the cot and humming softly until fumiya fell asleep. "so cute," you cooed teasingly at the mafioso.

"shut up." he gave you a playful glare, rising from the cot, resting his hands on your hips. he kissed you chastely. "i love you."

"yeah, but i love fumiya more."

"yeah, me too, to be honest."

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pls sir chuuya would make a wonderful father

an idea from @ineedalifeandmilk !