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You liked to bake in your spare time.

What an odd hobby for a port mafia executive. But they do have their own lives, their own interests and dislikes. Sometimes, people outside the mafia would forget that.

You were precise and specific with your movements, making sure to measure every ingredient you add into the mixture. You were so focused and in the zone, it was admirable—in a way, to your ginger-haired boyfriend. But seriously? Couldn’t this wait till morning?

Chuuya, wiping away the tiredness in his eyes, plopped down on one of the stools in front of the marble kitchen island. 

“Listen, your baking ‘n cooking tastes good as hell, so don’t get me wrong. But just how much coffee have you consumed earlier today to the point ya had to get up at 2 AM in the morning to bake cupcakes?”

You rolled your eyes at his revelation, sliding your gaze from him to the tray you were about to place your batter into. “Okay? What about it? That mission in Madrid really stressed me out. And this is more of a.. coping mechanism, I guess??” 

He couldn’t help the small, sheepish smirk that creeped its way to his face. Every experience with you was never boring. It was as if you brought.. what’s the word for it? Thrill and excitement, most likely.

Chuuya was quite used to your antics. Most of the time, you wouldn’t even eat the food that you make. Maybe one or two pastries, but you always made sure that Chuuya gets something to eat.

You had thought that these small acts, Chuuya would forget. But how could he forget it? Even actions so small such as making sure Chuuya is drinking enough water, getting enough food, enough rest, and—fuck’s sake, so much more.

It’s these small acts of love that Chuuya is reminded that he owns all of your love.

And you own his.

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Pluviophile

summary : your looking out the window of the ADA and a certain brunet catches your attention.

paring : osamu dazai x reader

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You were looking out the window of the ADA. Watching as the little rain droplets slide down the window. Your fingers touched the cold surface of the window. Causing multiple droplets to abruptly fall, much before their time. Your gaze is focus on the nightlights of the city, you try so hard to keep safe. 

"Fancy to see you here." A voice had called out to you. You saw a tall brown haired man approach you. His hands stuffed into the pockets of his curry udon coloured jacket.

As you were trying to register who he was, he was right next to you. His chocolate coloured orbs lit up from the reflection of the city lights. "I thought you would of headed home by now." He told you. Eyes never straying from the window. 

 "How's Kunikida been treating you? Piling you up with paperwork, yet?" He joked. Letting out a hearty chuckle. A wide cheeky smile hugged at his lips.

You had observed his relationship with Kunikida from the days prior. It was this chaotic relationship. But yet it was solidly built upon trust. "I don't think we have properly been introduced yet, my name is Osamu Dazai." His gaze broke from the window, and he was now looking at you.

"(y/n), (y/n) (l/n)." You had finally spoken to him. Your (e/c) irises darting from the window to his face. "Well (y/n), I'm quite impressed." You tilted your head as if to say you don't quite get what he is trying to say. "I'm mean you haven't had a visit to Dr.Yosano yet." Silence had befallen upon you two. It wasn't a awkward silence. No. I was more like a comfortable one. 

Like there was no pressure to keep talking. Both just simply enjoying each other company. You flipped open your phone to check the time. It was 7pm now. How long were you standing here with Dazai for? "Say, you do know you've gotten a complaint? Right?" He asked. Voice clearly laced with curiosity. "No." Was all you said. 

He open his mouth, then closed it. Like he wasn't sure on what to say next. "It was about that you're never really, how do I put this? Serious? Like its a life or death situation and you don't seem to care." He stated, finally.

You thought at this moment he was expecting a long reply from you. But what happened was just a deadpan stare. To him, the look on your face was one that was to say, he had just insulted you. And you were. He had accidentally insulted you. Saying you 'don't care', was quite rude. Now instead of a comfortable silence, it was one that stings. Looming around you two like a bad stench. 

You were silent. So was he. Both of you didn't know how to continue this conversation. And yet you still stood next to each other. Not exactly enjoying each other's company, but not hating it at the same time. As time went on the room grew colder. Rain had picked up and had gotten heavier. You were dreading going home at this point. You felt something placed on your shoulders. It was a coat. Dazai's beige coat. He must've picked up on you being cold. 

"Thank you." You said. He smiled. "I think Miss (y/n), we should be heading home now." He said as he outstretched his arm to guide you. You took it, a soft smile growing on your face. 

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