Dazai finds a kid the way home and bring the child with him and tells chuuya he want to adopt the kid cos he/she so cute? But Chuuya is more responsible and tells him its not that easy but he starts to like the kiddo too? And its just happens?
THIS ASK WASSO GOOD?! THANK YOU! Really, I’ve definitely exaggerated with the fluff but comeon, those two need a happiness in their lives alright? Don’t judge me, I’m asucker for fluff. I hope you’re going to enjoy this, because I’m pretty happyabout the result!
Soukoku(DazaixChuuya), Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Daily Life, Child Involved
Chuuya would have liked to go back in time and slaphimself. Hard. Because he had made two unforgivable mistakes in his life: first,falling for the idiot Dazai was; second, deciding to share an apartment withhim.
In any other occasion, he would have already been outside,searching for a bar where drinking Dazai and his stupidity away until the hispartner would come to pick him up; unfortunately, now it was definitely not anacceptable solution.
“Dazai, no,” he stated firmly, crossing hi arms. Hewas seated at the table of their small dining room, with his partner on theother side. He was drenched with rain and the floor was already a reduced to apuddle.
“Come on, Chuuya-kun!” he whined like a kicked puppy, “Lookhow cute she is!” he chirped raising by the waist the small kid he was keepingon his lap.
Chuuya took a deep breath to not curse in front of achild.
“I can see she’s cute and all BUT IT’S NOT OURS!” Hescreamed running his hands through the hair, exasperated.
“I know it’s not ours, I picked her up from thestreet,” Dazai shrugged hugging the little girl. She was wearing ragged clothesand her brown hair where styled in two messy piggy tails. She seemed happy tobe with Dazai and was looking around quietly, without uttering a single wordeven if she was probably three or four.
Chuuya felt like hitting him. Hard enough to make him unconsciousfor the next month.
“Did you want me to leave her there, alone under therain? It’s November!” Dazai asked narrowing his eyes and a disapproving pout onhis lips.
“No, I wanted to bring her to the police and searchfor her real parents,” Chuuya hissed through gritted teeth, “That’s exactly whatwe are going to do tomorrow morning.”
“I. Refuse,” the other insisted, protectively shieldingthe little girl into his arms.
“We can’t adopt her!” Chuuya grunted in disbelief,raising his hands to the ceiling.
“Why not?” Dazai batted his eyelashes, while he absentmindedlylet the girl play with his bandages.
That…was cute. But not enough to make Chuuya give in.
“Because first, we’re not sure her parents have reallyabandoned her and we need to try and search for them,” He started gesturingwith his hand; Dazai gave him a pointed look, but he ignored it. “Second, a memberof Port Mafia and one of The Detective Agency being good parents? Really?”
Dazai chuckled, covering his mouth with a hand.
“You’d be an awesome mom, since you’re so good atnagging,” he mocked him with a wink and Chuuya groaned. Maybe a little embarrassedat his words. Maybe.
“In fact, I’m worried about your influence on her, notmine,” he rebutted rolling his eyes.
“See? We’re already bickering like real parents.”
Chuuya covered his face with a hand and sighed deeply.
“Come on, babe.” Chuuya blushed a little at the petname. “She was alone in a card box, under the rain. Her parents have abandonedher and you know it. And, lately we’ve not had that much work to do, haven’twe? The city is calm and the new generations are doing a pretty good job,” theman cooed trying to persuade him.
He looked at Dazai’ still damp hair and the frail girlthat was starting to doze off in his arms, grabbing his coat with her littlefingers. And maybe, just maybe, something moved in him.
“That Atsushi and Akutagawa spend half of their timequarreling and destructing the city, the other half pining around each other.How’s that a “good job”?” Chuuya grumbled averting his eyes before the mancould see his crack, but it was too late.
“They’re just slow at accepting their feelings. I findit funny,” he shrugged innocently, “Just like me and you,” then he added in asultry voice and Chuuya felt heating up.
“Don’t change the topic.” He glared, but regretted hiswords immediately. Dazai was waiting for that opening.
“Alright!” he chirped bouncing up and reaching hisboyfriend, who vainly tried to escape. “Take the girl and bath her while I takea shower, dear,” he said putting in Chuuya’s hands the girl.
“Oi Daz-” he burst, but the little girl interruptedhim with a giggle.
He froze, while she planted her hands on his face andsmiled brightly.
“H-hi…” He greeted back, softening his awkwardexpression.
Dazai gave them a fond glance and disappeared in the bathroomhumming happily.
Chuuya and the girl stared at each other, until theman sighed.
“Come on, let’s change those wet clothes,” he mumbledtoo sweet for someone who should have been the voice of reason.
While he undressed her and softly washed her body, hecouldn’t do nothing but thinking. It was the most foolish idea Dazai had evercame up with and that said it all. Yet, when he watched how the girl splashedhappily in the water or the way she smiled at him while he brushed her softhair, he found part of him thinking “Why not?”
At some point, when he was dressing her with one ofhis older t-shirt, which he had cut so that it was a sort of mini dress, thelittle girl tugged his shirt and he instinctively smiled at her.
“Yes?” he asked, crouching to be on the same level asher.
She watched him with her big blue eyes and smiledwidely, pointing at her own chest.
“Hana!” she bubbled excitedly and then waited for hisresponse.
Chuuya let out a small chuckle and patted her head.
“What a beautiful name, Hana-chan!” complimented her,who beamed, and then gestured at himself, “Chuuya.”
“Good girl!” he shined picking her in his arms andleaving a kiss on her chubby cheek.
“I see you’re getting along,” Dazai laughed warmly.Chuuya turned horrified and found him leaning against the frame of the shower, wearinghis bathrobe, slightly loose, and with a knowing smile on his lips.
Damn. He had heard everything.
“Please, dress properly, there’s a child,” he scowledcovering the eyes of the innocent girl and storming out of the bathroom.
“Then keep your thoughts pure, Chuuya-kun!” Dazaichirped amused, combing back his dark hair, making his boyfriend’s ears growingred.
Half an hour later, Chuuya was in the dining room withthe girl asleep in his arms and he was looking at Dazai, cooking in their smallkitchen with a stupid frilly apron on. The man was humming cheerfully, asalways not worried about his partner’s internal conflicts.
“Dazai,” Chuuya called him exasperated, looking downat Hana, “Why do you always pick up strays? You should stop with this habit ofyours,” he grumbled upset. The entire new generation of the Detective Agencywas made of strays he had picked up. Why he had always to-
“Should I?” he turned to look at him with an unexpectedbittersweet smile on his face, “But every time I see a stray I think about youand me and I can’t let they be. Where would we be now if no one had picked usup back then?” asked softly staring straight in his eyes.
Whatever witty comeback Chuuya was coming up with, itdied in his throat. He blushed and averted his eyes.
“This was unfair,” he murmured, hiding his red cheeks withan arm.
“But it’s true,” Dazai shrugged, paying attentionagain at the pot, “And, if I have to be honest, she had your blue eyes.”
Chuuya slammed his head against the table mumbling unintelligiblethings.
“Tomorrow,” he blurted with his heart pumping loudly, “We’llgo to the police. If no one claims her back, she’ll stay with us.”
Dazai put down everything, turned and, bouncing,reached Chuuya with a delighted, childish smile.
“Thanks, Chuuya-kun!” he leaned and pressed a kiss onhis lips.
“I hate you,” the other replied pouting.
