tw: Dazai Pov

It's been three years since you were married to the love of your life chuuya, your work at the agency was as good as always and your life had finally improved after that Meursault conflict years ago. Today was your wedding anniversary, but unfortunately you both had to work, and you couldn't find any good gifts or even prepare a proper dinner for him. You were upset with yourself.

You were sitting on the couch after taking a hot shower to relax from work, lost in the degrading thoughts of your turbulent mind as you listened to jazz playing softly in the living room, the sound like ringing in your sensitive ears and you sighed heavily, feeling get frustrated with yourself for not doing anything. However, you shook your head and quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the door to the luxurious penthouse open and the figure of your husband appear.

Chuuya closed the door behind him slowly, taking off his shoes, his precious hat and hanging his coat on the rack at the entrance before letting out a tired sigh, taking a step forward and turning his head slightly to face his lover's face, curving the corners of his lips in a small smile at seeing him.

“Hello, Osamu, sorry to be late for our day.”