#chuatsu

chuya/atsushi + kiss on the neck

Atsushi had been avoiding alcohol like the plague, partly because technically he shouldn’t and partly because he didn’t count on having the tolerance and/or skill not to make a fool of himself once he had drunk anything.

Instead of that, he was currently joining Kyôka and Kenji for a game that mainly consisted in throwing crumpled paper balls into tinier and tinier places. First it had been a garbage can, soon they had moved into regular plastic cups, and right then Kyôka was daring them to try with shot glasses which had been left alone for a while.

“I don’t think I could--” His upcoming monologue about how he completely doubted his motor skills could achieve such a feat was cut out when Atsushi felt a sudden touch on his neck.

Quickly turning his head to look at whatever that had been, he almost headbutted a very satisfied looking Chûya who may or may not be pretty drunk already. Then he realized Dazai was laughing somewhere behind his back. And he started putting the pieces together.

“Did you just kiss me, Chûya-san?” When the answer he got was a smug expression and a nod, Atsushi couldn’t help but cover his face with his hands, feeling how he was starting to get redder than Kyôka’s kimono.

i really hate this but i wrote it in 10 minutes and MY EXAMS ARE OVER BUT IM POSITIVE I GOT REALLY BAD GRADES IN ONE YAY

~.~.~

“You’re fucking kidding me-?” 

“No, Chuuya, I’m not. They just need some help, and we’re in a truce.” 

A low growl left Chuuya’s throat, but Mori’s smile never wavered. He was supposed to go to the Agency to help them, fuck that. Why was he supposed to help? They would be fine on their own, but Chuuya reluctantly agreed anyway. 

He scowled, leaving the office. 

I don’t get paid enough for this.

~.~.~

He checked his phone, standing at the entrance of the warehouse, tapping his feet impatiently. 

Me (8:01 pm)

Where the fuck are you??

Mackerel (8:01 pm)

We’re on our way, could it be you miss me?;)

Me (8:02 pm)

What the fuck no, that’s gross, just hurry up.

The redhead shoved his phone back into his pocket, their meeting time was eight pm, yes, so they weren’t that late, but he was a busy man, he didn't have time for this! He could be out drinking with Tachihara, hanging out with the Akutagawa’s-

“Yo, Chibi!” A voice distracted him from his thoughts, his head snapping up to meet brown orbs, frowning at his ex-partner. 

“Why-” Chuuya’s eyes wandered to the person behind him, seemingly hiding behind the lanky brunette. Dazai seemed to notice him gazing at the boy, and spoke up. 

“Oh, this is Atsushi, my new subordinate, be nice chibi.” 

“Subordinate?”

“Yes-” Chuuya pulled Atsushi aside, to which the white-haired male squealed, taken aback, Chuuya leaned into his ear, “He hasn’t been treating you bad, has he?”

Dazai rolled his eyes, “Of course not!” Chuuya stared skeptically at his ex-partner, before turning to Atsushi, blushing and stuttering at the proximity, “He’s making you say that, isn’t he?” 

“Can you not?” Dazai huffed, clearly displeased. Chuuya ignored him.

For the rest of the mission, Chuuya stayed right beside Atsushi, ignoring the male’s assurance that he’d be “completely fine on his own.”

Atsushi: Chuuya-san, can you—? /feels moved fingers and rolls his eyes, suddenly beginning to purr/ Ye-es...

Chuuya: ...oh my god

Atsushi: CHUUYA I AM STILL WORKING

Chuuya: Then it’s more exciting~

Atsushi: I spat out my tea on Dazai-san!

Chuuya: ...

Akutagawa: [when did he buy a dog?]

Akutagawa: Sorry for the-

Chuuya: /caresses big white tiger in his cabinet//tiger rumbls from pleasure and licks Chuuya’s face//it’s obviously jinko/