It had been 6 years.. but Chuuya had finally made it home to his palace.. he’d missed his husband Dazai dearly during his many years away at war, he couldn’t wait to see him and their son after years of yearning and pain and suffering..

He was dressed in shitty clothes from his travels as he opened the door only to see about 137 men plotting things he didn’t dare listen to.. until his husband walked out, dressed in his regal outfit, his old but pristine veil on, hiding the back of his hair.

He watched as he announced an almost impossible challenge to the ‘suitors’ in the room, his eyes practically sparkled as he watched his beloved, he couldn’t wait to be back in his arms. But then it hit him.. there were 137 suitors in his palace.. talking about hurting his son and doing non consensual things his husband.

They didn’t even notice him.. not that they needed to anyways.. he’d be back in his throb by sundown.. holding his baby— no.. his son.. his grown son.. it hit him that he’d been gone 6 years.. he had missed everything.. he’d need to just make new memories.. he watched as his beloved exited the room.