[‘would you fall in love with me again’ ahh.] .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🐌❤︎🐟 ₊˚⊹ Four years.

That was how long Chuuya had awaited any sign of his husband still being alive — being anything, really. & now, in this moment, his mind raced as he stood outside of the office that was once Mori’s. Now, it belonged to the very man chosen— no, taken, as his successor. A man Chuuya had loved, & then mourned.

Several years ago, Dazai & Chuuya had managed to seemingly disappear from the Port Mafia’s underworld, going on to build together a somewhat stable life, & vowing to never be separated from the other with a ring on each their index finger. Then, within one meeting amongst the Agency, it’d all been thrown away over a simple arrangement; Mori had chosen Dazai as payment for the Port Mafia’s aid. & so, after several years of sticking by one another’s side since the day they’d met, Dazai had left Chuuya.

Now, Dazai stands in the office, waiting. The room large & quite dark from all of the blinds closed tight but still some natural light from the outside managed to penetrate through the shades into that dark atmosphere. He turns as the tall doors creak open, light then spilling into the room, & with it came Chuuya. His partner.