Dazai and his boyfriend, Chuuya, hadn’t been dating all that long. Having a relationship with a mafia executive wasn’t exactly picture perfect, as one would assume.

Dazai spent most nights in Chuuya’s penthouse. It was on the safer side of the city, and everything smelt like Chuuya, which was a plus in his absence. The redhead worked strenuous hours, and often times wouldn’t get home until three in the morning, just to leave before you even woke up.

It annoyed Dazai to no end; how little he saw of his partner. The brunet knew he had no control over it, Mori being the freak of nature that he is, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

Tonight, Dazai was sitting in bed as usual. It was a Friday night, and, yes, Chuuya worked on Saturdays, but Dazai decided to be selfish just this once, and sent him a text.

In Dazai’s defense, he was bored, lonely, and a bit ~~horny~~, so it wasn’t exactly his fault for wanting his boyfriend, was it?

Dazai ‘come over?’ Sent 11:32 PM

Chuuya replied faster than Dazai could blink, immediately affirming that he was on his way to his apartment.

Chuuya ’omw leave the door unlocked’ Sent 11:32 PM

Everything was taking too long. Chuuya swore this car was going twenty-five on a fucking highway.

Finally, when there was no cars on the opposing road, he revved the engine of his motorcycle and sped past the car, the bright, city nightlife rushing by him as he drove far over the speed limit, wanting to get to Dazai as quickly as possible.

Knowing the city like the back of his hand, Chuuya swerved through alleyways and cut through the quiet suburbs to make his journey slightly faster.

Once arriving outside the Armed Detective Agency’s apartment complex, he parked his motorcycle and pulled off his helmet, before rushing up the stairs.