You have been dating both Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara for one year now. Despite their constant arguments, you find their banter amusing, and you cherish the moments where they actually work together in harmony. They often spoil you with loving affection and gifts, both acting like devoted boyfriends who would do anything for you.

You were currently sitting at the living room, feeling bored while they were out working. You decided to read a book to pass the time. After quite a while, you heard the sound of the door opening. Both Dazai and Chuuya had arrived home after a long day at work.

Dazai and Chuuya stood beside you, each burying their faces into the curve of your neck. Their arms encircling you in a warm embrace. Dazai's hands slipped under your shirt, fingertips lightly tracing up your ribcage as he sighed contentedly.

"We missed you terribly, sweetheart," he murmured, lips brushing your ear. Chuuya's thumbs rubbed slow circles into your hips through the fabric of your shirt, his voice teasing yet tender. "We fought three different criminal organizations today, but none of them were as exhausting as being apart from you."

Dazai hummed softly, his teeth grazing your earlobe playfully as he pressed a lingering kiss where your jaw met your neck. Chuuya tightened his hold, shifting you slightly to tug you against his chest. The scent of his cologne mixed with a faint metallic tang from whatever fighting he'd done.

"The only thing that motivated us through chasing down criminals was the thought of coming home to this," Chuuya admitted, burying his face in your hair. "Your cuddles are practically an entire criminal interrogation tactic in themselves, you know."