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[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

Ah, there it is...

[He beams and gives Ryuu’s hand a squeeze, gazing into his eyes with pure adoration]

And I feel the same about you. You helped me turn my cursed life around.

Am I really so predictable now? That you can tell what I am going to say before I say it...

[Akutagawa laughs, voice almost gone.]

Your life was never cursed, beloved, never. It was merely your circumstances that made it seem that way.

Hmm... I wouldn’t say you’re “predictable” but you tend to say exactly what I need to hear.

[He cups Ryuu’s face gently with his free hand]

Maybe I’m the predictable one and that’s how you always know what to say?

No, I’m just being honest. You aren’t predictable in the slightest.

[He sneaks a small kiss to the corner of Atsushi’s lips.]

After all, who could have guessed you would eat a spoonful of cinnamon?

In my defense, it smelled good!

[He laughs]

Uh... let’s not mention that to my coworkers, okay? Though, Dazai-san and Ranpo-san will probably figure it out somehow...

Atsushi, Ranpo-san doesn’t like me. I won’t say a word to him.

[He gently untangles himself from Atsushi’s hands around his waist.]

But Dazai-san is Dazai-san. Who knows what he is aware of?

[He loops his arms around the back of Ryuu’s neck and smiles before a thought passes through his head and makes him frown slightly]

Do you ever get the feeling Dazai-san knows... everything?

Constantly.

[He offers Atsushi a faint smile.]

It was much worse when I worked under him, of course. He would just make odd comments that were clearly targeted towards me.

[Throughout this conversation, he’s been quietly making the apple pie, now creasing the edges of the dough over the pan.]

He does not do that to me anymore though, but I still find it jarring looking back on it.

[Atsushi growls quietly at the mention of how Dazai had used to treat Akutagawa. He places his hands gently over the other’s]

I’m glad that’s in the past and I’m gonna make damn sure it stays there. No one’s ever going to treat you like that again as long as I get a say in it.

[Almost feeling choked up, Akutagawa manages to sputter out a—] Thank you...

But I don’t think Dazai-san would ever do that to me again. Especially not with you here..

Damn right he won’t!

[He sounds confident though, to be honest, he’s not sure if he could ever beat Dazai if it came down to it...]

We’ve got each other’s backs.

[He smiles at Ryuu]

Having you with me makes me feel the best I ever have. So thank you too, Ryuu!

[Akutagawa shakes his head with a sigh.]

I didn’t do anything....

[Still, he takes Atsushi’s hand in his and bounces it around a bit, smiling at the warmth.]

But you are welcome, beloved.

You’re unfairly cute, you know that?

[He presses several kisses to Ryuu’s cheek]

Every time I think I can’t fall in love with you more than I already am, you prove me wrong.

[His eyes flutter closed at the incessant pressing against his cheeks, before opening to gaze at Atsushi himself.]

And I will continue to prove you wrong for as long as you will let me...For it feels impossible for your love for me to ever reaches the depths of my feelings for you.

[He makes a small growling noise in the back of his throat. Favoring actions over words, he pulls Ryuu in for a passionate kiss, retreating after just a few seconds]

You romantic bastard.

[He grins]

I love you.

[He can’t reply for a couple of seconds, too lost in the aftermath of the kiss to say anything resembling words.]

[He manages a small squeak instead, red rushing up his face.]

I— I’m not really...

[He trails off with a sigh.]

I love you too.

[He gently pinches Ryuu’s cheek]

I love when you blush... You’re so beautiful.

Thanks, Atsushi...

[Akutagawa merely offers a sheepish smile at that, unsure what else to say or do.]

[God he loves Atsushi.]

Beautiful... Just as you are.

It’s not fair how you make things sound so amazing with your sexy ass voice.

[He sighs dramatically, running a hand through Ryuu’s hair]

Oh shoot— We were making a pie weren’t we?

[He laughs sheepishly]

Or... I guess you were and I was just watching.

You think my voice is “sexy?”

[Akutagawa doesn’t know how to take that, except to be confused about it. Luckily Atsushi’s next words are enough to distract him from thinking about it.]

Oh—

Right, we were making a pie.

[He turns back to look at the ingredients on the table.]

Let me finish it and get it in the oven quickly. It won’t take long.

[He pulls away from Atsushi, parting with a kiss.]

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

Ah, there it is...

[He beams and gives Ryuu’s hand a squeeze, gazing into his eyes with pure adoration]

And I feel the same about you. You helped me turn my cursed life around.

Am I really so predictable now? That you can tell what I am going to say before I say it...

[Akutagawa laughs, voice almost gone.]

Your life was never cursed, beloved, never. It was merely your circumstances that made it seem that way.

Hmm... I wouldn’t say you’re “predictable” but you tend to say exactly what I need to hear.

[He cups Ryuu’s face gently with his free hand]

Maybe I’m the predictable one and that’s how you always know what to say?

No, I’m just being honest. You aren’t predictable in the slightest.

[He sneaks a small kiss to the corner of Atsushi’s lips.]

After all, who could have guessed you would eat a spoonful of cinnamon?

In my defense, it smelled good!

[He laughs]

Uh... let’s not mention that to my coworkers, okay? Though, Dazai-san and Ranpo-san will probably figure it out somehow...

Atsushi, Ranpo-san doesn’t like me. I won’t say a word to him.

[He gently untangles himself from Atsushi’s hands around his waist.]

But Dazai-san is Dazai-san. Who knows what he is aware of?

[He loops his arms around the back of Ryuu’s neck and smiles before a thought passes through his head and makes him frown slightly]

Do you ever get the feeling Dazai-san knows... everything?

Constantly.

[He offers Atsushi a faint smile.]

It was much worse when I worked under him, of course. He would just make odd comments that were clearly targeted towards me.

[Throughout this conversation, he’s been quietly making the apple pie, now creasing the edges of the dough over the pan.]

He does not do that to me anymore though, but I still find it jarring looking back on it.

[Atsushi growls quietly at the mention of how Dazai had used to treat Akutagawa. He places his hands gently over the other’s]

I’m glad that’s in the past and I’m gonna make damn sure it stays there. No one’s ever going to treat you like that again as long as I get a say in it.

[Almost feeling choked up, Akutagawa manages to sputter out a—] Thank you...

But I don’t think Dazai-san would ever do that to me again. Especially not with you here..

Damn right he won’t!

[He sounds confident though, to be honest, he’s not sure if he could ever beat Dazai if it came down to it...]

We’ve got each other’s backs.

[He smiles at Ryuu]

Having you with me makes me feel the best I ever have. So thank you too, Ryuu!

[Akutagawa shakes his head with a sigh.]

I didn’t do anything....

[Still, he takes Atsushi’s hand in his and bounces it around a bit, smiling at the warmth.]

But you are welcome, beloved.

You’re unfairly cute, you know that?

[He presses several kisses to Ryuu’s cheek]

Every time I think I can’t fall in love with you more than I already am, you prove me wrong.

[His eyes flutter closed at the incessant pressing against his cheeks, before opening to gaze at Atsushi himself.]

And I will continue to prove you wrong for as long as you will let me...For it feels impossible for your love for me to ever reaches the depths of my feelings for you.

[He makes a small growling noise in the back of his throat. Favoring actions over words, he pulls Ryuu in for a passionate kiss, retreating after just a few seconds]

You romantic bastard.

[He grins]

I love you.

[He can’t reply for a couple of seconds, too lost in the aftermath of the kiss to say anything resembling words.]

[He manages a small squeak instead, red rushing up his face.]

I— I’m not really...

[He trails off with a sigh.]

I love you too.

[He gently pinches Ryuu’s cheek]

I love when you blush... You’re so beautiful.

Thanks, Atsushi...

[Akutagawa merely offers a sheepish smile at that, unsure what else to say or do.]

[God he loves Atsushi.]

Beautiful... Just as you are.

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

Ah, there it is...

[He beams and gives Ryuu’s hand a squeeze, gazing into his eyes with pure adoration]

And I feel the same about you. You helped me turn my cursed life around.

Am I really so predictable now? That you can tell what I am going to say before I say it...

[Akutagawa laughs, voice almost gone.]

Your life was never cursed, beloved, never. It was merely your circumstances that made it seem that way.

Hmm... I wouldn’t say you’re “predictable” but you tend to say exactly what I need to hear.

[He cups Ryuu’s face gently with his free hand]

Maybe I’m the predictable one and that’s how you always know what to say?

No, I’m just being honest. You aren’t predictable in the slightest.

[He sneaks a small kiss to the corner of Atsushi’s lips.]

After all, who could have guessed you would eat a spoonful of cinnamon?

In my defense, it smelled good!

[He laughs]

Uh... let’s not mention that to my coworkers, okay? Though, Dazai-san and Ranpo-san will probably figure it out somehow...

Atsushi, Ranpo-san doesn’t like me. I won’t say a word to him.

[He gently untangles himself from Atsushi’s hands around his waist.]

But Dazai-san is Dazai-san. Who knows what he is aware of?

[He loops his arms around the back of Ryuu’s neck and smiles before a thought passes through his head and makes him frown slightly]

Do you ever get the feeling Dazai-san knows... everything?

Constantly.

[He offers Atsushi a faint smile.]

It was much worse when I worked under him, of course. He would just make odd comments that were clearly targeted towards me.

[Throughout this conversation, he’s been quietly making the apple pie, now creasing the edges of the dough over the pan.]

He does not do that to me anymore though, but I still find it jarring looking back on it.

[Atsushi growls quietly at the mention of how Dazai had used to treat Akutagawa. He places his hands gently over the other’s]

I’m glad that’s in the past and I’m gonna make damn sure it stays there. No one’s ever going to treat you like that again as long as I get a say in it.

[Almost feeling choked up, Akutagawa manages to sputter out a—] Thank you...

But I don’t think Dazai-san would ever do that to me again. Especially not with you here..

Damn right he won’t!

[He sounds confident though, to be honest, he’s not sure if he could ever beat Dazai if it came down to it...]

We’ve got each other’s backs.

[He smiles at Ryuu]

Having you with me makes me feel the best I ever have. So thank you too, Ryuu!

[Akutagawa shakes his head with a sigh.]

I didn’t do anything....

[Still, he takes Atsushi’s hand in his and bounces it around a bit, smiling at the warmth.]

But you are welcome, beloved.

You’re unfairly cute, you know that?

[He presses several kisses to Ryuu’s cheek]

Every time I think I can’t fall in love with you more than I already am, you prove me wrong.

[His eyes flutter closed at the incessant pressing against his cheeks, before opening to gaze at Atsushi himself.]

And I will continue to prove you wrong for as long as you will let me...For it feels impossible for your love for me to ever reaches the depths of my feelings for you.

[He makes a small growling noise in the back of his throat. Favoring actions over words, he pulls Ryuu in for a passionate kiss, retreating after just a few seconds]

You romantic bastard.

[He grins]

I love you.

[He can’t reply for a couple of seconds, too lost in the aftermath of the kiss to say anything resembling words.]

[He manages a small squeak instead, red rushing up his face.]

I— I’m not really...

[He trails off with a sigh.]

I love you too.

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

Ah, there it is...

[He beams and gives Ryuu’s hand a squeeze, gazing into his eyes with pure adoration]

And I feel the same about you. You helped me turn my cursed life around.

Am I really so predictable now? That you can tell what I am going to say before I say it...

[Akutagawa laughs, voice almost gone.]

Your life was never cursed, beloved, never. It was merely your circumstances that made it seem that way.

Hmm... I wouldn’t say you’re “predictable” but you tend to say exactly what I need to hear.

[He cups Ryuu’s face gently with his free hand]

Maybe I’m the predictable one and that’s how you always know what to say?

No, I’m just being honest. You aren’t predictable in the slightest.

[He sneaks a small kiss to the corner of Atsushi’s lips.]

After all, who could have guessed you would eat a spoonful of cinnamon?

In my defense, it smelled good!

[He laughs]

Uh... let’s not mention that to my coworkers, okay? Though, Dazai-san and Ranpo-san will probably figure it out somehow...

Atsushi, Ranpo-san doesn’t like me. I won’t say a word to him.

[He gently untangles himself from Atsushi’s hands around his waist.]

But Dazai-san is Dazai-san. Who knows what he is aware of?

[He loops his arms around the back of Ryuu’s neck and smiles before a thought passes through his head and makes him frown slightly]

Do you ever get the feeling Dazai-san knows... everything?

Constantly.

[He offers Atsushi a faint smile.]

It was much worse when I worked under him, of course. He would just make odd comments that were clearly targeted towards me.

[Throughout this conversation, he’s been quietly making the apple pie, now creasing the edges of the dough over the pan.]

He does not do that to me anymore though, but I still find it jarring looking back on it.

[Atsushi growls quietly at the mention of how Dazai had used to treat Akutagawa. He places his hands gently over the other’s]

I’m glad that’s in the past and I’m gonna make damn sure it stays there. No one’s ever going to treat you like that again as long as I get a say in it.

[Almost feeling choked up, Akutagawa manages to sputter out a—] Thank you...

But I don’t think Dazai-san would ever do that to me again. Especially not with you here..

Damn right he won’t!

[He sounds confident though, to be honest, he’s not sure if he could ever beat Dazai if it came down to it...]

We’ve got each other’s backs.

[He smiles at Ryuu]

Having you with me makes me feel the best I ever have. So thank you too, Ryuu!

[Akutagawa shakes his head with a sigh.]

I didn’t do anything....

[Still, he takes Atsushi’s hand in his and bounces it around a bit, smiling at the warmth.]

But you are welcome, beloved.

You’re unfairly cute, you know that?

[He presses several kisses to Ryuu’s cheek]

Every time I think I can’t fall in love with you more than I already am, you prove me wrong.

[His eyes flutter closed at the incessant pressing against his cheeks, before opening to gaze at Atsushi himself.]

And I will continue to prove you wrong for as long as you will let me...For it feels impossible for your love for me to ever reaches the depths of my feelings for you.

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

Ah, there it is...

[He beams and gives Ryuu’s hand a squeeze, gazing into his eyes with pure adoration]

And I feel the same about you. You helped me turn my cursed life around.

Am I really so predictable now? That you can tell what I am going to say before I say it...

[Akutagawa laughs, voice almost gone.]

Your life was never cursed, beloved, never. It was merely your circumstances that made it seem that way.

Hmm... I wouldn’t say you’re “predictable” but you tend to say exactly what I need to hear.

[He cups Ryuu’s face gently with his free hand]

Maybe I’m the predictable one and that’s how you always know what to say?

No, I’m just being honest. You aren’t predictable in the slightest.

[He sneaks a small kiss to the corner of Atsushi’s lips.]

After all, who could have guessed you would eat a spoonful of cinnamon?

In my defense, it smelled good!

[He laughs]

Uh... let’s not mention that to my coworkers, okay? Though, Dazai-san and Ranpo-san will probably figure it out somehow...

Atsushi, Ranpo-san doesn’t like me. I won’t say a word to him.

[He gently untangles himself from Atsushi’s hands around his waist.]

But Dazai-san is Dazai-san. Who knows what he is aware of?

[He loops his arms around the back of Ryuu’s neck and smiles before a thought passes through his head and makes him frown slightly]

Do you ever get the feeling Dazai-san knows... everything?

Constantly.

[He offers Atsushi a faint smile.]

It was much worse when I worked under him, of course. He would just make odd comments that were clearly targeted towards me.

[Throughout this conversation, he’s been quietly making the apple pie, now creasing the edges of the dough over the pan.]

He does not do that to me anymore though, but I still find it jarring looking back on it.

[Atsushi growls quietly at the mention of how Dazai had used to treat Akutagawa. He places his hands gently over the other’s]

I’m glad that’s in the past and I’m gonna make damn sure it stays there. No one’s ever going to treat you like that again as long as I get a say in it.

[Almost feeling choked up, Akutagawa manages to sputter out a—] Thank you...

But I don’t think Dazai-san would ever do that to me again. Especially not with you here..

Damn right he won’t!

[He sounds confident though, to be honest, he’s not sure if he could ever beat Dazai if it came down to it...]

We’ve got each other’s backs.

[He smiles at Ryuu]

Having you with me makes me feel the best I ever have. So thank you too, Ryuu!

[Akutagawa shakes his head with a sigh.]

I didn’t do anything....

[Still, he takes Atsushi’s hand in his and bounces it around a bit, smiling at the warmth.]

But you are welcome, beloved.

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

Ah, there it is...

[He beams and gives Ryuu’s hand a squeeze, gazing into his eyes with pure adoration]

And I feel the same about you. You helped me turn my cursed life around.

Am I really so predictable now? That you can tell what I am going to say before I say it...

[Akutagawa laughs, voice almost gone.]

Your life was never cursed, beloved, never. It was merely your circumstances that made it seem that way.

Hmm... I wouldn’t say you’re “predictable” but you tend to say exactly what I need to hear.

[He cups Ryuu’s face gently with his free hand]

Maybe I’m the predictable one and that’s how you always know what to say?

No, I’m just being honest. You aren’t predictable in the slightest.

[He sneaks a small kiss to the corner of Atsushi’s lips.]

After all, who could have guessed you would eat a spoonful of cinnamon?

In my defense, it smelled good!

[He laughs]

Uh... let’s not mention that to my coworkers, okay? Though, Dazai-san and Ranpo-san will probably figure it out somehow...

Atsushi, Ranpo-san doesn’t like me. I won’t say a word to him.

[He gently untangles himself from Atsushi’s hands around his waist.]

But Dazai-san is Dazai-san. Who knows what he is aware of?

[He loops his arms around the back of Ryuu’s neck and smiles before a thought passes through his head and makes him frown slightly]

Do you ever get the feeling Dazai-san knows... everything?

Constantly.

[He offers Atsushi a faint smile.]

It was much worse when I worked under him, of course. He would just make odd comments that were clearly targeted towards me.

[Throughout this conversation, he’s been quietly making the apple pie, now creasing the edges of the dough over the pan.]

He does not do that to me anymore though, but I still find it jarring looking back on it.

[Atsushi growls quietly at the mention of how Dazai had used to treat Akutagawa. He places his hands gently over the other’s]

I’m glad that’s in the past and I’m gonna make damn sure it stays there. No one’s ever going to treat you like that again as long as I get a say in it.

[Almost feeling choked up, Akutagawa manages to sputter out a—] Thank you...

But I don’t think Dazai-san would ever do that to me again. Especially not with you here..

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

Ah, there it is...

[He beams and gives Ryuu’s hand a squeeze, gazing into his eyes with pure adoration]

And I feel the same about you. You helped me turn my cursed life around.

Am I really so predictable now? That you can tell what I am going to say before I say it...

[Akutagawa laughs, voice almost gone.]

Your life was never cursed, beloved, never. It was merely your circumstances that made it seem that way.

Hmm... I wouldn’t say you’re “predictable” but you tend to say exactly what I need to hear.

[He cups Ryuu’s face gently with his free hand]

Maybe I’m the predictable one and that’s how you always know what to say?

No, I’m just being honest. You aren’t predictable in the slightest.

[He sneaks a small kiss to the corner of Atsushi’s lips.]

After all, who could have guessed you would eat a spoonful of cinnamon?

In my defense, it smelled good!

[He laughs]

Uh... let’s not mention that to my coworkers, okay? Though, Dazai-san and Ranpo-san will probably figure it out somehow...

Atsushi, Ranpo-san doesn’t like me. I won’t say a word to him.

[He gently untangles himself from Atsushi’s hands around his waist.]

But Dazai-san is Dazai-san. Who knows what he is aware of?

[He loops his arms around the back of Ryuu’s neck and smiles before a thought passes through his head and makes him frown slightly]

Do you ever get the feeling Dazai-san knows... everything?

Constantly.

[He offers Atsushi a faint smile.]

It was much worse when I worked under him, of course. He would just make odd comments that were clearly targeted towards me.

[Throughout this conversation, he’s been quietly making the apple pie, now creasing the edges of the dough over the pan.]

He does not do that to me anymore though, but I still find it jarring looking back on it.

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

Ah, there it is...

[He beams and gives Ryuu’s hand a squeeze, gazing into his eyes with pure adoration]

And I feel the same about you. You helped me turn my cursed life around.

Am I really so predictable now? That you can tell what I am going to say before I say it...

[Akutagawa laughs, voice almost gone.]

Your life was never cursed, beloved, never. It was merely your circumstances that made it seem that way.

Hmm... I wouldn’t say you’re “predictable” but you tend to say exactly what I need to hear.

[He cups Ryuu’s face gently with his free hand]

Maybe I’m the predictable one and that’s how you always know what to say?

No, I’m just being honest. You aren’t predictable in the slightest.

[He sneaks a small kiss to the corner of Atsushi’s lips.]

After all, who could have guessed you would eat a spoonful of cinnamon?

In my defense, it smelled good!

[He laughs]

Uh... let’s not mention that to my coworkers, okay? Though, Dazai-san and Ranpo-san will probably figure it out somehow...

Atsushi, Ranpo-san doesn’t like me. I won’t say a word to him.

[He gently untangles himself from Atsushi’s hands around his waist.]

But Dazai-san is Dazai-san. Who knows what he is aware of?

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

Ah, there it is...

[He beams and gives Ryuu’s hand a squeeze, gazing into his eyes with pure adoration]

And I feel the same about you. You helped me turn my cursed life around.

Am I really so predictable now? That you can tell what I am going to say before I say it...

[Akutagawa laughs, voice almost gone.]

Your life was never cursed, beloved, never. It was merely your circumstances that made it seem that way.

Hmm... I wouldn’t say you’re “predictable” but you tend to say exactly what I need to hear.

[He cups Ryuu’s face gently with his free hand]

Maybe I’m the predictable one and that’s how you always know what to say?

No, I’m just being honest. You aren’t predictable in the slightest.

[He sneaks a small kiss to the corner of Atsushi’s lips.]

After all, who could have guessed you would eat a spoonful of cinnamon?

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

Ah, there it is...

[He beams and gives Ryuu’s hand a squeeze, gazing into his eyes with pure adoration]

And I feel the same about you. You helped me turn my cursed life around.

Am I really so predictable now? That you can tell what I am going to say before I say it...

[Akutagawa laughs, voice almost gone.]

Your life was never cursed, beloved, never. It was merely your circumstances that made it seem that way.

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[He smiles softly]

[Akutagawa, feeling already half-melted, melts fully and allows a soft smile to grace his features. Atsushi’s too much for him sometimes, the obvious care Atsushi puts into his words hurts, but in the best way possible.]

Everyday— [He hums, lacing their fingers together, apple pie forgotten.] I wonder why I deserve you.

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[Atsushi gives him an affectionate squeeze]

Hmm... If you were a dessert, what kind of dessert would you be?

Only you would come up with such a nonsensical question.

[Akutagawa begins to fold the first piece of the dough around a pie tin.]

But— If I had to come up with an answer, I would simply say shiruko, since it is the dessert I favor.

What about you?

I think I’d be a cupcake? Tiger-shaped cupcake?

[He blurts out the first thing he thinks of then laughs at his own answer]

I actually don’t know...

[A small laugh bubbles out of Akutagawa’s throat as Atsushi fails to answer the same question he asked him. He gently taps one of his flour-coated hands on Atsushi’s nose, smiling at the mark it makes.]

Perhaps you should think on it, since I am not quite sure of your dessert status myself.

[He grins and rubs his floury nose against Ryuu’s cheek]

Hehe~

[He looks proud of himself at this latest act of overwhelming maturity]

[Akutagawa’s revenge comes in the form of two gentle hands on Atsushi’s chin, coating his neck in flour and a bruising kiss on his lips. He pulls away, quietly murmuring.]

Silly Jinko...I love you...

[Atsushi is stunned into silence for a moment. Then he laughs]

I love you too, Ryuu!

Hmm— I know.

[He hums in affirmation, brushing back some of Atsushi’s hair, before gently letting go.]

Can you get me some brown sugar?

Sure!

[He digs through the cupboards and retrieves the ingredient. He holds it out with the stupid grin he wears before he says something cheesy]

Brown sugar for my sweetheart!

Clever.

[He takes the brown sugar with a deadpan look, mixed with well-hidden fondness. Taking a small measuring spoon, he begins to carefully scoop the sugar into the mixture, clearly concentrating.]

[Atsushi picks up a small container and examines the label]

Hey... dare me to eat cinnamon?

Sure.

[Akutagawa isn’t really paying attention which is the only reason he agrees to this.]

[Atsushi carefully fills a spoon with the fragrant powder and pops it in his mouth]

Mm— ACK!

[Predictably, he immediately leans over the sink and spits out as much of the spice as he can. He fumbles with the faucet, coughing and wheezing, before shoving his face under the water]

Atsushi?

[Akutagawa turns away from his pie making to rush over to his boyfriend. His hands gently move up Atsushi’s back, gently making sure that he is alright and helping him through the process of hacking up the cinnamon.]

[Once it’s over, Akutagawa puts on his sternest face.]

Atsushi, why did you do that?

You— you dared me to...

[Atsushi wheezes and wipes his face with a towel. He glances at his boyfriend and smiles sheepishly]

Also, it smelled good.

I did?

[Akutagawa blinks and then remembers what he had agreed to. His face narrows into a frown.]

Atsushi... My beloved, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention...

No, no!

[Atsushi hurriedly waves off the apology]

It wasn’t your fault! I was going to do it regardless. Sorry for worrying you!

[He gives Ryuu a quick peck on the lips]

[Akutagawa shakes his head at the revelation that his own words would do nothing to impact Atsushi’s actions, sighing.]

Moron...

[He reaches up and tugs at Atsushi’s long strand of hair.]

[He giggles]

I guess I can’t really argue with you there. But don’t worry, I won’t do that again unless absolutely necessary!

Please don’t...

[Akutagawa presses a kiss to Atsushi’s temple.]

Even if it is your own doing, I dislike seeing you in pain.

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[Atsushi gives him an affectionate squeeze]

Hmm... If you were a dessert, what kind of dessert would you be?

Only you would come up with such a nonsensical question.

[Akutagawa begins to fold the first piece of the dough around a pie tin.]

But— If I had to come up with an answer, I would simply say shiruko, since it is the dessert I favor.

What about you?

I think I’d be a cupcake? Tiger-shaped cupcake?

[He blurts out the first thing he thinks of then laughs at his own answer]

I actually don’t know...

[A small laugh bubbles out of Akutagawa’s throat as Atsushi fails to answer the same question he asked him. He gently taps one of his flour-coated hands on Atsushi’s nose, smiling at the mark it makes.]

Perhaps you should think on it, since I am not quite sure of your dessert status myself.

[He grins and rubs his floury nose against Ryuu’s cheek]

Hehe~

[He looks proud of himself at this latest act of overwhelming maturity]

[Akutagawa’s revenge comes in the form of two gentle hands on Atsushi’s chin, coating his neck in flour and a bruising kiss on his lips. He pulls away, quietly murmuring.]

Silly Jinko...I love you...

[Atsushi is stunned into silence for a moment. Then he laughs]

I love you too, Ryuu!

Hmm— I know.

[He hums in affirmation, brushing back some of Atsushi’s hair, before gently letting go.]

Can you get me some brown sugar?

Sure!

[He digs through the cupboards and retrieves the ingredient. He holds it out with the stupid grin he wears before he says something cheesy]

Brown sugar for my sweetheart!

Clever.

[He takes the brown sugar with a deadpan look, mixed with well-hidden fondness. Taking a small measuring spoon, he begins to carefully scoop the sugar into the mixture, clearly concentrating.]

[Atsushi picks up a small container and examines the label]

Hey... dare me to eat cinnamon?

Sure.

[Akutagawa isn’t really paying attention which is the only reason he agrees to this.]

[Atsushi carefully fills a spoon with the fragrant powder and pops it in his mouth]

Mm— ACK!

[Predictably, he immediately leans over the sink and spits out as much of the spice as he can. He fumbles with the faucet, coughing and wheezing, before shoving his face under the water]

Atsushi?

[Akutagawa turns away from his pie making to rush over to his boyfriend. His hands gently move up Atsushi’s back, gently making sure that he is alright and helping him through the process of hacking up the cinnamon.]

[Once it’s over, Akutagawa puts on his sternest face.]

Atsushi, why did you do that?

You— you dared me to...

[Atsushi wheezes and wipes his face with a towel. He glances at his boyfriend and smiles sheepishly]

Also, it smelled good.

I did?

[Akutagawa blinks and then remembers what he had agreed to. His face narrows into a frown.]

Atsushi... My beloved, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention...

No, no!

[Atsushi hurriedly waves off the apology]

It wasn’t your fault! I was going to do it regardless. Sorry for worrying you!

[He gives Ryuu a quick peck on the lips]

#ryuu speaks #reblog #sskk #atsushi #(( thank uuu #(( bday boy

[Akutagawa shakes his head at the revelation that his own words would do nothing to impact Atsushi’s actions, sighing.]

Moron...

[He reaches up and tugs at Atsushi’s long strand of hair.]

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[Atsushi gives him an affectionate squeeze]

Hmm... If you were a dessert, what kind of dessert would you be?

Only you would come up with such a nonsensical question.

[Akutagawa begins to fold the first piece of the dough around a pie tin.]

But— If I had to come up with an answer, I would simply say shiruko, since it is the dessert I favor.

What about you?

I think I’d be a cupcake? Tiger-shaped cupcake?

[He blurts out the first thing he thinks of then laughs at his own answer]

I actually don’t know...

[A small laugh bubbles out of Akutagawa’s throat as Atsushi fails to answer the same question he asked him. He gently taps one of his flour-coated hands on Atsushi’s nose, smiling at the mark it makes.]

Perhaps you should think on it, since I am not quite sure of your dessert status myself.

[He grins and rubs his floury nose against Ryuu’s cheek]

Hehe~

[He looks proud of himself at this latest act of overwhelming maturity]

[Akutagawa’s revenge comes in the form of two gentle hands on Atsushi’s chin, coating his neck in flour and a bruising kiss on his lips. He pulls away, quietly murmuring.]

Silly Jinko...I love you...

[Atsushi is stunned into silence for a moment. Then he laughs]

I love you too, Ryuu!

Hmm— I know.

[He hums in affirmation, brushing back some of Atsushi’s hair, before gently letting go.]

Can you get me some brown sugar?

Sure!

[He digs through the cupboards and retrieves the ingredient. He holds it out with the stupid grin he wears before he says something cheesy]

Brown sugar for my sweetheart!

Clever.

[He takes the brown sugar with a deadpan look, mixed with well-hidden fondness. Taking a small measuring spoon, he begins to carefully scoop the sugar into the mixture, clearly concentrating.]

[Atsushi picks up a small container and examines the label]

Hey... dare me to eat cinnamon?

Sure.

[Akutagawa isn’t really paying attention which is the only reason he agrees to this.]

[Atsushi carefully fills a spoon with the fragrant powder and pops it in his mouth]

Mm— ACK!

[Predictably, he immediately leans over the sink and spits out as much of the spice as he can. He fumbles with the faucet, coughing and wheezing, before shoving his face under the water]

Atsushi?

[Akutagawa turns away from his pie making to rush over to his boyfriend. His hands gently move up Atsushi’s back, gently making sure that he is alright and helping him through the process of hacking up the cinnamon.]

[Once it’s over, Akutagawa puts on his sternest face.]

Atsushi, why did you do that?

You— you dared me to...

[Atsushi wheezes and wipes his face with a towel. He glances at his boyfriend and smiles sheepishly]

Also, it smelled good.

I did?

[Akutagawa blinks and then remembers what he had agreed to. His face narrows into a frown.]

Atsushi... My beloved, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention...

ask-gin-akutagawa

@ask-thesilentrabiddog

#ryuu speaks #gin❤️#reblog

Thank you, Gin.

@ask-nakajimaatsushi

[“I’m home.”

Akutagawa announces this into the space of the empty apartment, unsure if he’s going to be greeted by anyone but Cat. He’d gone to go get groceries (mostly chazuke) for his boyfriend and himself, since he’s mostly out of a job on most days: due to the Mafia’s lack of activity.]

[ He walks into the kitchen, setting the groceries down onto the counter and slowly beginning to unpack.]

[Atsushi gives him an affectionate squeeze]

Hmm... If you were a dessert, what kind of dessert would you be?

Only you would come up with such a nonsensical question.

[Akutagawa begins to fold the first piece of the dough around a pie tin.]

But— If I had to come up with an answer, I would simply say shiruko, since it is the dessert I favor.

What about you?

I think I’d be a cupcake? Tiger-shaped cupcake?

[He blurts out the first thing he thinks of then laughs at his own answer]

I actually don’t know...

[A small laugh bubbles out of Akutagawa’s throat as Atsushi fails to answer the same question he asked him. He gently taps one of his flour-coated hands on Atsushi’s nose, smiling at the mark it makes.]

Perhaps you should think on it, since I am not quite sure of your dessert status myself.

[He grins and rubs his floury nose against Ryuu’s cheek]

Hehe~

[He looks proud of himself at this latest act of overwhelming maturity]

[Akutagawa’s revenge comes in the form of two gentle hands on Atsushi’s chin, coating his neck in flour and a bruising kiss on his lips. He pulls away, quietly murmuring.]

Silly Jinko...I love you...

[Atsushi is stunned into silence for a moment. Then he laughs]

I love you too, Ryuu!

Hmm— I know.

[He hums in affirmation, brushing back some of Atsushi’s hair, before gently letting go.]

Can you get me some brown sugar?

Sure!

[He digs through the cupboards and retrieves the ingredient. He holds it out with the stupid grin he wears before he says something cheesy]

Brown sugar for my sweetheart!

Clever.

[He takes the brown sugar with a deadpan look, mixed with well-hidden fondness. Taking a small measuring spoon, he begins to carefully scoop the sugar into the mixture, clearly concentrating.]

[Atsushi picks up a small container and examines the label]

Hey... dare me to eat cinnamon?

Sure.

[Akutagawa isn’t really paying attention which is the only reason he agrees to this.]

[Atsushi carefully fills a spoon with the fragrant powder and pops it in his mouth]

Mm— ACK!

[Predictably, he immediately leans over the sink and spits out as much of the spice as he can. He fumbles with the faucet, coughing and wheezing, before shoving his face under the water]

Atsushi?

[Akutagawa turns away from his pie making to rush over to his boyfriend. His hands gently move up Atsushi’s back, gently making sure that he is alright and helping him through the process of hacking up the cinnamon.]

[Once it’s over, Akutagawa puts on his sternest face.]

Atsushi, why did you do that?