unfortunately for them, their peace never seemed to usually last very long.

because duty always calls during the most inconvenient moments. very annoyingly. very persistently.

and duty sometimes—always—came in the form of a very painfully loud alarm clock that rang at the exact same time every single morning without fail, signaling the start of yet another very exhausting day.

'RIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGG.'

“...shit”, the man cursed, burying his face into the crook of your neck even more in a futile attempt to block out the sound of the clock that screamed a high pitched, almost apocalyptic sound on the bedside table.

you shifted around in his hold as you began to stir awake, your brows knitting at the increasingly unbearable ringing sound that was piercing straight through your eardrums. a very restless, very unforgiving wake-up call.

“chuuya, turn that thing off.” you mumbled groggily, finally cracking one of your eyes open to glare at the ringing clock on the night stand.

If looks could kill, the poor alarm clock would've probably been disintegrated on the spot by now with how intensely you were staring at it, telepathically trying to get it to stop.

‘...RIIIIIIINGGGGGG’

“it'll shut up soon, go back to sleep [y/n]”

“chuuya.”

‘RIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'

“CHUUYA.”

the ringing finally stopped—with the cost of another alarm clock lost, crushed flat under the cruel weight of gravity. chuuya slowly attempted to rise up, cursing and grumbling some incomprehensible nonsense under his breath as he let his arms reluctantly slide out of their comfortable place wrapped around your body.

he sat up in bed, eyes still closed as he rubbed a tired hand down his face, letting out a long, dreadful sigh into his palm without even opening his eyes. the blanket that had been covering the both of you shimmied down his body, pooling around his bare waist. quite the sight really.

after a while of mentally trying to convince yourself 'today's going to be better', you followed suit, sitting up as you stretched your arms over your head. you slung your arms around his shoulders lazily from behind, shifting onto your knees as your body pressed against his back that slightly flexed at the skin-to-skin contact.

“it's time to wake up, mr executive”, you hummed beside his ear, blowing softly against the shell of his ear as you rest your chin on his shoulder. you watched the muscle in his neck twitch at the action, silently snickering to yourself.

“I can hear the calls already..”, chuuya groaned, leaning back into your embrace just the slightest bit.

you raised your chin off of his shoulder, turning your face towards him as you began to place multiple lingering kisses from the side of his neck up to his jaw, making him relax further into your arms with a soft, almost content sigh.

“trust me, I do too”

— 5:20 A.M.

“that's not very healthy”, you hummed over your shoulder towards chuuya as you moved around the kitchen to prepare your simple breakfast consisting of toast and half-cooked eggs.

chuuya, on the other hand, had gotten his hands on a bottle of red wine and was currently lazily swirling said liquid around in his glass. he sat atop one of the stools besides the kitchen island, watching your back in curiosity as you moved from one end of the kitchen to the other.

“well, never said it was”, he replied, taking another sip from his glass.

“chuuya, please remember your alcohol tolerance”, you sighed, pausing briefly. “...for everyone else's sake”

“oi! I know my limits, y'know!?”

you simply rolled your eyes at his reply. Indeed, he always sounded so sure of himself. whether that confidence was actually justified was a whole other story entirely.

— 6:07 A.M.

“you sure you can even drive?”, you snickered, getting into the passenger's seat as chuuya held the door open for you like the gentlemen he is.

“I can assure you, I'm still sober”, he grumbled a bit, not really appreciating the blatant teasing he was receiving, especially from you. you only hummed in response to his answer, not fully convinced that he wasn't the slightest bit tipsy.

— 6:48 A.M.

the drive to headquarters was surprisingly... silent. a comfortable type of silence, that is.

the city had only just begun to wake up, the early morning sunlight spilling lazily over Yokohama's buildings as chuuya drove through the nearly empty streets. one of his hands rested loosely on the steering wheel, while the other one held a cup of coffee they had gotten from the coffee shop that opened particularly early every day.

“is it really wise for you to drink coffee after drinking wine?”, you casually asked, masking the teasing tone with a light hum as you stared out the window, watching the scenery pass by before lazily turning your attention towards him.

“don't get smart on me”, he sighed, eyes focused on the road as he loosely spun the steering wheel with his palm.

The Port Mafia headquarters eventually came into view after a while, standing tall against the morning sky. another day in the mafia—another few dozen stacks of paperwork to get to, another mission waiting somewhere down the line.

none of you looked particularly excited for the most part, to say the least.

as chuuya pulled into the underground garage and parked his car, he reached over without a word and grabbed the other cup of coffee sitting untouched in the cup holder beside you, handing it over with a nudge.

“quit falling asleep during the executives meeting, else ane-san's gonna scold ya again”

you took it with a grin. “I thought this was for you to stay awake later. It was for me?”

“oh, don't start”

you chuckled at his exasperation, taking immense pride in being able to get under the skin of the Port Mafia's most short-tempered executive without losing a teeth or two.

“no promises though”, you hummed a reply to his earlier reminder, opening the car door as you got ready to step out.

“yeah”, he sighed, grabbing his coat from the back seat.

“figured as much”

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unfortunately for them, their peace never seemed to usually last very long.

because duty always calls during the most inconvenient moments. very annoyingly. very persistently.

and duty sometimes—always—came in the form of a very painfully loud alarm clock that rang at the exact same time every single morning without fail, signaling the start of yet another very exhausting day.

'RIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGG.'

“...shit”, the man cursed, burying his face into the crook of your neck even more in a futile attempt to block out the sound of the clock that screamed a high pitched, almost apocalyptic sound on the bedside table.

you shifted around in his hold as you began to stir awake, your brows knitting at the increasingly unbearable ringing sound that was piercing straight through your eardrums. a very restless, very unforgiving wake-up call.

“chuuya, turn that thing off.” you mumbled groggily, finally cracking one of your eyes open to glare at the ringing clock on the night stand.

If looks could kill, the poor alarm clock would've probably been disintegrated on the spot by now with how intensely you were staring at it, telepathically trying to get it to stop.

‘...RIIIIIIINGGGGGG’

“it'll shut up soon, go back to sleep [y/n]”

“chuuya.”

‘RIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'

“CHUUYA.”

the ringing finally stopped—with the cost of another alarm clock lost, crushed flat under the cruel weight of gravity. chuuya slowly attempted to rise up, cursing and grumbling some incomprehensible nonsense under his breath as he let his arms reluctantly slide out of their comfortable place wrapped around your body.

he sat up in bed, eyes still closed as he rubbed a tired hand down his face, letting out a long, dreadful sigh into his palm without even opening his eyes. the blanket that had been covering the both of you shimmied down his body, pooling around his bare waist. quite the sight really.

after a while of mentally trying to convince yourself 'today's going to be better', you followed suit, sitting up as you stretched your arms over your head. you slung your arms around his shoulders lazily from behind, shifting onto your knees as your body pressed against his back that slightly flexed at the skin-to-skin contact.

“it's time to wake up, mr executive”, you hummed beside his ear, blowing softly against the shell of his ear as you rest your chin on his shoulder. you watched the muscle in his neck twitch at the action, silently snickering to yourself.

“I can hear the calls already..”, chuuya groaned, leaning back into your embrace just the slightest bit.

you raised your chin off of his shoulder, turning your face towards him as you began to place multiple lingering kisses from the side of his neck up to his jaw, making him relax further into your arms with a soft, almost content sigh.

“trust me, I do too”

— 5:20 A.M.

“that's not very healthy”, you hummed over your shoulder towards chuuya as you moved around the kitchen to prepare your simple breakfast consisting of toast and half-cooked eggs.

chuuya, on the other hand, had gotten his hands on a bottle of red wine and was currently lazily swirling said liquid around in his glass. he sat atop one of the stools besides the kitchen island, watching your back in curiosity as you moved from one end of the kitchen to the other.

“well, never said it was”, he replied, taking another sip from his glass.

“chuuya, please remember your alcohol tolerance”, you sighed, pausing briefly. “...for everyone else's sake”

“oi! I know my limits, y'know!?”

you simply rolled your eyes at his reply. Indeed, he always sounded so sure of himself. whether that confidence was actually justified was a whole other story entirely.

— 6:07 A.M.

“you sure you can even drive?”, you snickered, getting into the passenger's seat as chuuya held the door open for you like the gentlemen he is.

“I can assure you, I'm still sober”, he grumbled a bit, not really appreciating the blatant teasing he was receiving, especially from you. you only hummed in response to his answer, not fully convinced that he wasn't the slightest bit tipsy.

— 6:48 A.M.

the drive to headquarters was surprisingly... silent. a comfortable type of silence, that is.

the city had only just begun to wake up, the early morning sunlight spilling lazily over Yokohama's buildings as chuuya drove through the nearly empty streets. one of his hands rested loosely on the steering wheel, while the other one held a cup of coffee they had gotten from the coffee shop that opened particularly early every day.

“is it really wise for you to drink coffee after drinking wine?”, you casually asked, masking the teasing tone with a light hum as you stared out the window, watching the scenery pass by before lazily turning your attention towards him.

“don't get smart on me”, he sighed, eyes focused on the road as he loosely spun the steering wheel with his palm.

The Port Mafia headquarters eventually came into view after a while, standing tall against the morning sky. another day in the mafia—another few dozen stacks of paperwork to get to, another mission waiting somewhere down the line.

none of you looked particularly excited for the most part, to say the least.

as chuuya pulled into the underground garage and parked his car, he reached over without a word and grabbed the other cup of coffee sitting untouched in the cup holder beside you, handing it over with a nudge.

“quit falling asleep during the executives meeting, else ane-san's gonna scold ya again”

you took it with a grin. “I thought this was for you to stay awake later. It was for me?”

“oh, don't start”

you chuckled at his exasperation, taking immense pride in being able to get under the skin of the Port Mafia's most short-tempered executive without losing a teeth or two.

“no promises though”, you hummed a reply to his earlier reminder, opening the car door as you got ready to step out.

“yeah”, he sighed, grabbing his coat from the back seat.

“figured as much”

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Dazai whines and grits his teeth hard as he tried to remain as still as possible so you could get your job done faster and he wouldn't have to sit through this any longer. although he was as still as a statue from the waist up, his legs grew a very fidgety habit of bouncing whenever he sat in the clinic.

“relax your arm, don't be so tense”, you scolded him, brows knitted in concentration as you cleaned the skin surrounding his wound, making sure to not get any disinfectant into the open graze wound.

“you told me to stay still”, Dazai countered but reluctantly relaxed his arm just a bit, turning his face away to look at anything else but you. he didn't particularly like getting caught in a vulnerable situation and he absolutely did not like being taken care of—even though you've done this for him a few dozen times already. he'd never truly get used to it, that's what he tells himself.

Dazai also hated the fact that you were probably the first person to see him without his bandages. aside from Mori, that is. which means you are completely aware of all the self-inflicted cuts and wounds on his body.

“it would have been easier had they shot a little bit more to the right. then I wouldn't have to deal with the pain of a wound dressing”, he mumbled under his breath, huffing as his other hand idly tapped on his bouncing leg.

“stop talking like that”, you sighed, putting down the cotton you had used to clean the surroundings of his wound before grabbing the antibiotic wound gel.

“this might sting a little”, you warned, squeezing some of the gel onto your fingers.

“define a little”, Dazai grumbled, bracing himself for the inevitable as your hand menacingly approached the wound on his shoulder.

he winced as you applied a thin layer of the antibiotic wound gel onto his wound, letting out a silent hiss at the sting as he frowned and knitted his eyebrows.

“I could be doing better things right now”, he says, finally turning his head to look at you as you stood up and went to go grab bandages from the cabinets.

“like what?”, you called from over your shoulder, busy with rummaging through the medicines.

“planning my next—”

“don't finish that sentence”

you returned to his side after grabbing the bandages, instructing him to relax his arm as you prepared to dress the wound.

Dazai gaze followed you, sharp and slightly cautious eyes watched as you wrapped bandages around his arm, covering the wound with the precision of a person whose been doing this their entire life. you wrapped the bandages all the way down to his wrists, covering the rest of his wounds just how he usually did.

you secured the bandage with medical tape at the end, pulling away with a satisfied smile.

“all done! see that wasn't so bad, was it?”, you chirped at him, making him grimace just slightly at your cheerful nature. he never understood how you could possibly be this happy to work and live in a place like this. it truly baffles him. but it also fascinated him. you fascinated him a lot. not that he'd ever admit that, of course.

“yes. just peachy, doc”, he scoffs with sarcasm, rolling down his sleeves as he stood up from the medical bed, grabbing his coat that he had discarded on a nearby chair.

“oh don't give me that”, you rolled your eyes, placing both of your hands on your hips. “do I at least get a thank you?”

he stared at you for a moment before turning his head away dismissively. “great, of course. why did I even ask”, you sighed, shaking your head.

“this is your job, I shouldn't be thanking you for doing it correctly. you should be thanking me for returning alive, or else you'd have to deal with a lot more than just a little graze wound”, Dazai coo'ed, flicking your forehead. he snickered before he turned to the door.

you made a little surprised noise when he flicked your forehead, quickly bringing your hand up to rub where he had flicked. you huffed, watching him leave before your eyes lit up, as if suddenly remembering something.

“wait! hold on”, you called out, making the boy pause in his footsteps, just one grasp away from turning the door knob and leaving.

“what do you—”, he turned around, only to have a paper bag shoved into his chest. he held the paper bag, looking down at the contents it held.

“cookies?”, he snickered, adverting his eyes to look up at you. “you give out snacks to your patients like a real doctor now? a bit silly for someone who works for the mafia, don't you think?”, he mocked, holding out the paper bag of cookies in one hand dismissively.

“you—”

“happy birthday, Dazai”

Dazai froze at your words, the mocking speech he had prepared suddenly went still in his throat as those words rolled of your tongue.

‘happy birthday’

the silence stretched for a while longer as he stood there and just.. blinked at you.

“you made these?”, he finally asked, holding up the paper bag towards you.

“yes”

“for me?”

“yes”, you answered again, awkwardly clearing your throat. suddenly you were hyper aware of how your cheeks were heating up.

“look, I didn't have time to make a cake, okay? and they're not poisoned, if that's what you're wondering”

he stared at you. reaaallyyy stared at you. his expression didn't change, but something in his eyes flickered for just a tad bit. “hm..”, he hummed, looking down at the paper bag again. “..they're acceptable, I guess”

“I'm wondering how you even remembered”, he muttered. “cause I pay attention”, you replied to him. so casually it almost made his dead heart flutter. almost.

“hmph, just focus on your job doc”, he turned on his heel, once again approaching the door to leave. but before he fully walked out the door, he mumbled a quick “thank you” that he swore you wouldn't be able to hear. oh, but you did.

“see that wasn't so hard!”

“don't flatter yourself, doc!”

a/n: this might've been a bit ooc... or a lot... idk actually gulps ahaha... HAPPY (slightly belated) BIRTHDAY DAZAI🥳🥳 this was supposed to be a birthday post but I did not make it on time sighs

requests are open! if anyone has any ideas in mind, don't be shy to share it with the class ;P

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a/n: OUUUU THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG ahaha... did u guys think this was the end? 👀 there's still a few more parts to this series LMAO and I'm hoping u guys are still invested in this cause I'm so hyped to continue the rest of this !

also, requests are open! if you have any requests dont be shy to drop em on me heh...

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a/n: ouuuu shiiii does anyone else smell that😳😳 sorry this part is a bit short TT it's about to get so much more interesting I'm so excited to show u guys ehehehe

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