Dazai walks into his apartment - okay, well, technically Chuuya's, but also his - with a tired sight, taking of his shoes and hanging his coat by the door. The smell of food immediately hits him, and he closes the door behind himself before following the delicious scent.

And, ah, there he was. Dazai leaned against the kitchen entrance, taking a moment to look at his husband. Husband. That never gets old, even in Dazai's head. But anyway... Chuuya's red hair was over his shoulder as usual, his bands falling a bit over his face. He wore an apron, which Dazai would definitely tease him about in just a moment, and his delicate hands cut the tomatoes.

Chuuya looked over his shoulder when he noticed Dazai watching him. His mismatched eyes - one blue and the other brown - were soft, but he still scowled just for principal. The freckles on his face stood out when he did, and damn it he was gorgeous.

"Is the slug cooking for me?" Dazai asked, a small smile he knew was way too soft showing on his face.