Dazai and Chuuya. Two names infamous in both the criminal underworld and among those who fight against it. Once partners in the Port Mafia—until Dazai vanished after Oda’s death—they were now professional rivals, with Dazai working under the Armed Detective Agency.

Still, that didn’t stop them from meeting. If anything, it gave them more reason to. Whether it was “accidental” run-ins on the streets of Yokohama or secret rendezvous in half-forgotten corners of the city they used to prowl, they always found their way back to each other. No matter how much they argued or claimed to hate the other, they couldn’t stay away.

Romantic, isn’t it? Not that they’d admit it. They're still in denial. But let’s not ruin the fun just yet.

Today, they’d chosen somewhere wildly out of character: a bright, busy park. No abandoned warehouses or dingy bars, just a picnic bench under the sun, surrounded by the laughter of children and the chatter of passersby. No disguises either—because really, who would expect to find a mafia executive and a top detective casually sharing a table in a public park? Exactly.

Dazai had dozed off, his head resting on folded arms. Chuuya sat across from him, gaze softening as he watched the other man. Without thinking, he reached out, running his fingers gently through Dazai’s soft chestnut hair. He didn’t know Dazai was very much awake, silently savoring the moment, biting back a grin.

Chuuya sighed, eyes tracing the way the sunlight framed Dazai’s face. “Tch... guess you’re not that bad-looking. Might even be cute like this...” he muttered under his breath, reassured by Dazai’s supposed unconsciousness.

Of course, knowing Dazai, a smartass response could still come—sleeping or not.