That day... was somehow special. It was the day of Dazai’s birthday and also the day Chuuya decided about something that was probably going to change a lot. If not in his life, then Dazai’s for sure. Even though he might have known Chuuya’s real feelings already, it was not like they were ever said aloud, right? Besides, the redhead’s honesty should be appreciated, too.

He was standing at Dazai’s door with a handmade coffee cake in his hands, waiting until the birthday boy opens it for him. And once he did...

Chuuya smiled, entering the office with a huge box in his arms. Most of the girls of the staff smiled at him as he walked; they were quickest to warm up to him, ever since he joined the Agency to protect and serve under his Boss. 

He stopped in front of everyone, pulling a neatly-wrapped box out of his huge one, wishing people Merry Christmas, smiling at their glee and surprised gasps when they unpacked their gifts and realized everyone got something quite personal and useful; cat-themed socks and scarf for Haruno, chazuke set and warm blanket for Atsushi, high quality green tea and cat-shaped Japanese sweets for Fukuzawa, a mountain of snacks and sweets for Ranpo, new high-quality pen for Kunikida...

Finally, only Dazai was left without a gift, sitting in the corner of the office. Chuuya walked to him, sliding a neatly-wrapped box towards him before putting his big one away and sitting next to him, resting shoulder to shoulder with the raven.

“...Merry Christmas.” he murmured quietly; in the box, once Dazai unwrapped it, he’d find there a new bolo tie; elegant and with a red stone, rather than green as until now. 

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“You didn’t, don’t worry~,” Dazai almost purred out as he squatted down, wrapped his arms around the upper part of Chuuya’s thighs and lifted him up, pressing him against the wall and kissing down his neck.

“I knew you were a good guy~~~” Dazai chimes out in a sweet tone, hugging Chuuya tightly from behind. Maybe his birthday wouldn’t be so bad after all. Burying his face in the other’s shoulder, he nuzzles a bit, before pausing and clearing his throat.

“… You didn’t see me, feel me, or hear me do that…”

“Eh?” that was an unexpected compliment and what was even more unexpected were ther arms that soon wrapped around his form, he stiffened right away because of the shock. The nuzzle against his skin has him shivering slightly.

“Uhhhh right, sure didn’t yeah this didnt’ happen mhm. Yeah I need a drink.”

daichi can only smile - it seems that dazai had appreciated the gift! he hadn’t been entirely sure how dazai would react to daichi suddenly bringing three animals into their home to keep, so he’s definitely glad that it has gone over quite well. he accepts the grey chinchilla wordlessly, allowing it to scamper up it’s arm to rest on his shoulder and tilting his head a little so his cheek brushes against it’s fur. 

Chuuya stared at the dusty papers before him.

They smelt strongly of smoke, and the thought came to the dazed mind of the executive, that some year or two after Mori took over, they did have a fire in the archives. What was that the Boss said then? That they had to start destroying the documents sooner or later..?

And yet this... this hasn’t been destroyed. And was right now held in Chuuya’s gloved hands, before being shakily folded and slipped under his jacket. On his way out of the archives, he summoned his most trusted squad members for an emergency meeting; they had to act fast. Chuuya walked quickly down the corridors; it all started to make sense to him now. Mori’s ascend. Dazai’s constant injuries. His quick raise to the executive rank. Mori’s only mistake, ever, that resulted in Dazai being driven away... 

...no, not driven away, was he? He has been banished... was Dazai truly running away because he has had enough, or was he scared back then? Scared that, if this push didn’t work, Mori would push harder; push by killing more of his friends, perhaps...? And that bomb in his car, the bomb that had no chance of killing him... Was it a sign screaming of their hate, so that Mori won’t try to hurt him..?

Chuuya clenched his fists, shaking the thoughts out of his head. No, he needed to focus. He had work to do.

The members of Armed Detective Agency left the office one by one; Dazai was either not there by now, or the only one there. Chuuya sighed, pushing himself off of his hiding place and sneaking into the building. Who’d have thought that the waste of bandage would stay late the one time Chuuya needed him to. How sweet of him.

He didn’t meet with any disturbances, any guards, any protective systems - no wonder Port Mafia was able to raid the place so often before, these people had no idea how to keep themselves safe. And to think that Dazai himself was staying here... knowing whom he was, Chuuya felt a shudder of dread run down his spine. 

The fucking idiot! Putting himself in danger like that...

The door opened, and he saw the back of Dazai’s head as the raven stretched, mumbling something about being almost ready with the report, no need to check on him... only to stop dead in his tracks when he turned, seeing Chuuya standing in the door. For the smallest moment, they stared at one another, azure eyes locked with chocolate ones, before Chuuya took off his hat, dropping to his knee; two of his personal guard, tall, serious men suits behind him following after him.