New year, same Dazai
TW: mentions of wanting to die (nothing in detail), self-loathing (again, nothing in detail), suggestive (again, not detailed, just strongly hinted at), look, it has Dazai in the title, so if you didnât g expect these warning I donât know what to tell you.
It was loud, maybe too loud.
Dazai didnât want to go to this New Yearâs party, but there was free food, Chuuya wanted to go; and the rest of the Agency was going so here he was.
Alone, because Chuuya had wondered off and was probably shit faced, and-
When did it get so loud?
Of all the places to hold a New Yearâs party with both the Agency and the port mafia, why choose somewhere so small?
Needing fresh air he pushed the doors to the balcony open, and then closed behind him, the cold sharp air of Yokohama hitting his longs as he walks over to lean on the railing.
He considered jumping.
But after a few moments he realized heâd at most break his legs, and he wasnât a fan of pain, not to mention the fact Chuuya would scold the hell out of him.
He smirks, itâd serve Chuuya right for leaving him all alone.
He hears the door open, and glances over his shoulder to see the familiar red haired man holding a drink.
âYou werenât thinking about jumping, were you?â Chuuya asks, standing beside the taller man.
Dazai shrugs. âAre you gonna hit me if I say yes?â He responds playfully.
Chuuyaâs hand of course hits the back of his head.
âChibi is so mean to his loving, adoring, husband.â Dazai whines, though he wasnât really upset, Chuuya hadnât hit him hard enough to hurt.
âYouâre such a baby.â Chuuya scoffs.
Dazai leans his head on Chuuyaâs shoulder. âHow long till midnight?â He asks, bored of the topic at hand.
Chuuya glances at his new watch, which Tachihara had gotten him for Christmas. âThree minutes, why?â
âJust wondering when Iâll get my kiss.â He muses playfully.
âMh-hm, nothing to do with you wanting to leave?â
Dazai puts a hand on his chest in mock-hurt, lifting his head up. âMe? Want to leave a boring, loud party? Never.â
Chuuya playfully nudges him, taking a sip out of his glass, as he rolls his eyes. âPlans for the new year?â
âYou, mostly.â Dazai remarks with a smirk.
âI meant a resolution-and I swear to god if you say to die.â He quips in mock-agitation.
Dazai chuckles. âTo fu-owe!â Chuuya had jabbed him in the ribs, knowing damn well where that sentence was going.
âForget I asked.â He huffs, and Dazai chuckles beside him.
âWell whatâs your resolution?â The brunette asks, a hint of genuine curiosity slipping into his tone.
Chuuya blushes, and looks down at his watch. âYou know itâs less than two minutes till.â
âYouâre dodging the question.â Dazai points out, now really curious.
Chuuyaâs blush darkens and he entwines his fingers with Dazaiâs. âTo give you a reason to live.â He mumbles.
Dazai blushes in return, a small somber smile coming to his face. âI think youâre wasting your time.â
He glares at him. âShut the hell up, Iâll do it.â He states it with so much conviction that Dazai almost believes him.
Almost.
Dazai presses a kiss to Chuuyaâs forehead. âYou really are hopeless.â He teases
âWhy am I hopeless?â He questions.
âBecause only someone whoâs hopeless would try so hard to save someone as hopeless as me.â
Inside the building they could hear people chanting-
30.
âHave you considered youâre not as hopeless as you think?â He asks quietly, setting down his drink on a small table that was put out here.
29.
âI think youâre giving yourself false hope.â Dazai remarks, looking down to avoid Chuuyaâs unyielding gaze.
28.
âOsamu, look at me.â Chuuya requests, cupping his face.
27.
Dazai turned his face up to look at his husband.
26.
âNothing you say will make me give up on you.â He states it like a promise, Dazaiâs not sure he deserves that.
25.
âSo stop trying.â He rests his head against Dazaiâs, and the bandaged man can feel tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
24.
âI donât deserve you.â Dazai whispers, voice cracking.
23.
âDonât say that, of course you do.â He kisses his nose.
22.
Dazai musters a small smile. âI love you.â
21.
Chuuya smiles back, bright, and real, and so beautiful. âI love you too, so much.â
20.
âNow stop crying dumbass.â He chastises lightheartedly, wiping his tears with his thumb.
19.
âOkay.â Dazai mumbles, sniffling.
18.
Chuuya presses a kiss to his forehead.
17.
And then his left cheek.
16.
The right under his left eye.
15.
Then the same in the right side.
14.
And his cheek there too.
13.
Dazai giggles. âWhat are you doing?â
12.
âTrying to hear the laugh that I so love, and itâs working.â He whispers.
11.
âWe should probably head back inside with everyone else, huh?â Dazai asks, clearly not liking the idea.
10.
âWe can stay here.â The ginger states, stroking his husband cheeks.
9.
He presses their foreheads together, and they both count with the crowd, though quieter, just for them to hear.
â8.â
â7.â
â6.â
â5.â
â4.â
â3.â
â2.â
â1.â
Chuuya presses his lips to his husbandâs, his arms going around his neck as Dazaiâs go around his waist.
Maybe the party wasnât such a bad idea.
Still, Dazai couldnât wait to go ho and have his Chibi all to himself.
I mean, it was new years, isnât it suppose to be a night to remember?
Heâd make sure it was one Chuuya would never forget.





















