fic idea, modern au, arimon: people kept asking both of them when theyre gonna get married and have kids of their own (not knowing that theyre dating each other) they came out to their friends by posting a new baby photoshoot but with a husky puppy bc arima wanted a dog
((((((I really want to see Arima and Amon get an old dog bc they have that old married couple aesthetic going on))))))))Another day, another marriage interview. Amon wasnāt evensure how his coworkers kept managing to trick him. This was the 10thāhang-outā this month that wasnāt reallt a hang-out.āIām sorry,āHe apologized, delicately taking his ādateāsā hand and trying to smile, āBut Iām not looking to get married yet. You are a wonderful person and I wishyou the best.ā As he left the cafĆ©, Amon tried his best to ignore his potential partnerās redface and whispered,āIāll wait for you.āAfter all, he was already taken.
Instead of heading home, Amon trudged all the way toArimaās tiny one-person apartment on the east side of the city. It was crampedand surprisingly plain, but it had the one person in it that could make himfeel at home. He didnāt bother to knock on the door, instead pulling out thekey heād been gifted only a week prior (hehad given Arima a key almost a month before that).Ā
āKoutarou,āArimaās soft voice managed to carry through the tiny space perfectly (something Amon lovedā¦it was always likeArima was right next to him when he was here),āAre you alright?āAmon sighed and tossed his suit jacket onto the couch, running a hand throughhis hair as he tried to gather some kind of positivity into his voice,āYeah,āHe responded,āI am now.ā
Another day, another marriage interview. Amon was pretty sure he was an idiot at this point.Less than 4 days had passed since his last one. Admittedly, his friends hadchanged tactics this time, telling him that the boss wanted to have a talk, butthat was hardly an excuse. Shifting uncomfortably, Amon glanced around the rather intimate (and expensive) restaurant. Another manacross the room looked almost as awkward as him and, hoping to commiserate withsomeone, Amon tried to catch his eye. The man was his boyfriend. Arima looked like he was holding back laughter, but Amonās heart rateimmediately picked up in a panic. Oh God, his boyfriend had seen him at amarriage interview. What if Arima thought Amon was trying to leave him (not that he would veerā¦he wanted toā¦)!? Sheer desperation lead Amon to escaping his marriage interview in under anhour, something his polite upbringing had consistently prevented in the past,and he went to Arimaās apartment at a dead sprint. Halfway there, he realizedhe needed to grovel properly. Heād never really had to apologize to Arimabefore, but Akira liked flowers and said they were the only kind of apology thatwas proper for a partnerā¦He ran to the florist (arriving sweatyand, apparently, terrifying). After buying a massive bouquet of roses that he managed to severely bedraggleon the way home (Arimaās was home, damnit, he wasnāt going to give that up), Amon slammed into the apartment tofind Arima already there. His boyfriend grinned at him (at least, Arimaās version of a grin) and said,āOh, are those for me? Iāve never gotten flowers before.āWhich caused Amon to immediately (outloud) vow to buy him flowers more frequently. Arima looked perplexed, butAmon simply plowed onwards with his apology,āIām not trying to leave you, I swear! Everyone keeps trying to set me up withstrangers without telling me and-āArima stood up from the couch and strode over, taking the roses out of Amonāscrushing grip.āItās alright,āHe said, patting Amon on the shoulder (waytoo hardā¦God, why was Arima so strong),āI was at a marriage interview too, actually. For similar reasons.ā
Arima and Amon had told their coworkers almost a year ago that they weretogether. It had been at a company party and was totally unplanned. It had justseemed like a good time and, well, Amon was never good at hiding his happinessfrom others (Arima just didnāt care much,though he seemed pleased when Amon grabbed his hand). Everyone had laughedandā¦
Amon had a bit to drink. So did Arima. They both justā¦assumed the laughter wasa positive reaction.It had taken months to realize everyone had taken Amonās (admittedly ostentatious) confession as a joke. By then, it was fartoo awkward to bring it up again. Amon didnāt even know how to beginexplainingā¦it felt like heād been keeping a secret intentionally. Still, ithadnāt seemed like a problem until the endless marriage interviews began.āUgh, they keep asking me when Iām going to have kids.āAmon groaned, burying his face in his hands. Arima made a face, mumbling underhis breath about Haise Sasaki (that newdetective he had taken on), and muttering,āI already told them that I have kids. All the kids that they are asking me to train.āA black mood was beginning to take over Amon. As he sunk deeper into histhoughts, he blurted,āItās annoying that they misunderstood in the first place. This is ridiculous ānow I feel like I canāt even ask you to move in with me, even though I have anew place picked out and I bought a bunch of monogrammed towels and I want tosee your face every morningā¦āArima āawkwardness is a thing only other people experienceā Kishou took hisboyfriendās sudden confession in stride, even though Amon was internallyscreaming. He blinked slowly before crinkling his eyebrows in thought. āI have an idea.āArima said, crushing Amonās shoulder in what he probably thought was acomforting grip,āIf we get a kid, they have to take us seriously right? So we can livetogether?āMutely, Amon nodded, though he was torn between excitement and breaking out ina cold sweat (wasnāt Arima indifferenttowards kids? Did he want to have some? Was Amon ready to be a dad????). āIs your new apartment pet-friendly?ā
Picking out their dog had been the best day of Amonās life. Heād never seenArima smile like he had when theyād adopted a crotchedy old Husky would hatedeveryone and everything. The following week had him returning from work everynight with Arima to try to earn their dogās trust together.Ā
Once he stopped biting them and started tentatively allowing them to pet him (though his ripped ear was 100% off limits),they started finding treats that he liked. Then they started taking him forwalks around the city, brushing his fur, buying him sweaters (that he tolerated just for them)ā¦Turns out, their dog was a huge sweetheart even if he seemed cold (Amon glanced at Arima and tried not to gettoo many mushy feelings). Ā Arima, king of terriblenames, called him Peanut Butter (āWhat? He likes it!ā). They were going to keep him.
The announcement was poorly planned, but hilariously well executed. They hireda photographer, a tiny girl named Hori, and staged a photoshoot in their newplace. Arima lay on the couch, Peanut Butter tucked under his shirt like apregnant womanās belly. Throughout the shoot, the dog steadily wiggled his wayout until he was licking Arimaās face.
Hori loved all the photos enough to scrap their original idea of sending justone out. Instead, she strung them together into a little scrapbook of Arima āgivingbirthā (she was one weird girl) and wrote āitās a boyā on the front cover. She deliveredthem all herself, not even asking for pay.She said seeing āembarrassing a bunch of detectivesā would be enough.
Everyone called in sick the next day at the CCG detective agency. Amon and Arima wenthome early to play with their dog.