Chuuya was already fifteen. He only recently got into the Port Mafia. Working alongside Dazai was a nightmare, to say the least. He learned something recently though, before leaving the Sheep. Dazai's eyes were brown. The color quickly became his favorite. After all, it was the first color he really knew of. He never learned much outside of the Sheep. Except for that day he was curious about Dazai's eyes and asked why they looked the way they did. Yuan was pretty shocked knowing about Chuuya not knowing colors. He was kicked out by the others before he could learn more.

Now, Chuuya was in the Port Mafia's library. Dazai pointing to a bunch of things telling him the color. Dazai picked up a colorful picture book from the kids section.

"Okay! Let's learn some colors!" Dazai was practically esctatic to do this. Strange, considering how he acts normally.

"Mhm." Chuuya wasn't very happy to do this. Especially with Dazai. He wished Yuan was with him, teaching him like he always did. He knew Yuan would never talk to him now, though.

Dazai and Chuuya sat next to each other as Dazai pointed at a bunch of colors and told him what they were. Chuuya didn't really understand though. There was so many colors with so many names.

"You're terrible at this!" Chuuya finally shouted.

"What?! Me? Chuuya, I'm helping you!" Of course Dazai started whining and acting shocked.

"I don't understand! There's too many colors, and too many names. You suck at this!"

"I'll focus on different colors one at a time then. Maybe your small brain will finally understand it."

"My brain isn't small!"

Dazai stood up, put the picture book back, and came back with a new one. A book that he couldn't quite read the title of properly. It looked beautiful, though. He liked this color.

"Okay, Chibi. This is a book that's all about blue. Got it? Blue." Dazai said, flipping through the pages. There were bright blues and dark blues. It was a pretty book. He liked it.

"Why are there so many different blue colors?" Chuuya asked. It just peaked his interest, seeing the different variants.

"Because of shades. Or maybe it's the value? Eh, whatever. Just know they all look similar enough." Dazai really had no idea what he was talking about. Chuuya didn't mind. He'd find out later.

Dazai lazily flipped through the book. He was pretty surprised Chuuya was actually enjoying looking at all the pages. It was one color, he thought. What's so special about it?

"Your eyes are blue." Dazai stated. He wondered if Chuuya knew that or not. Maybe he's so small even his brain is tiny.

"Are they?" Chuuya was happy about it. For some reason Dazai didn't know.

Dazai grabbed Chuuya's arm.

"Yeah, they are. I'll show you."

Dazai walked with Chuuya all the way to the hallway with a mirror standing at the end of it. They held hands as they walked, not even realizing they were. Dazai pointed at Chuuya's eyes.

"They really are blue!" Chuuya was way too excited to know about this small detail.

"Did you think I'd lie?"

"You do that a lot."

"Not true!"

Dazai spoke more about colors by the mirror. He mentioned Chuuya's hair and how it's orange and teased him for it.

Eventually, they walked to the library again. They learned about a few more colors at their seats, the blue book still out.

It was past midnight as they grew tired. They fell asleep, Chuuya's head on Dazai's shoulder. Dazai's head on Chuuya's. They slept soundly through the night.

They were found in the morning by Kouyou, who took a picture, forever capturing the moment.

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Dazai and Chuuya lied on a couch. Chuuya's head on Dazai's shoulder. It was night as they hugged each other.

"Chuuya? Are you awake?" Dazai asked, though he was sure Chuuya was.

"Mhm. Why?"

"I was wondering why you chose to date me." This thought always lingered in the back of Dazai's mind. Sometimes it worried him. Today, he's fine with asking. It's seems like Chuuya is in a calm mood. He'll be fine with this question, right?

"Don't you know why? I figured you were smart, 'Samu."

Dazai heard the sleepy voice Chuuya had. He always liked it. He'll probably ask Chuuya for a moment like this again, he thought.

"I love you, of course. I've always liked you. It started when we were fifteen. We were already partners in the Port Mafia then." Chuuya spoke calmly, not a worry in his tone. He looked up at Dazai.

"Yeah, but why'd you pursue me anyway? You know how I am."

"I knew I could get you somehow. Even if it meant having to corner you and tell you how I feel. You're very obvious about your feelings sometimes."

Chuuya was right, of course. Dazai always had a small blush when talking to Chuuya. At least when they were younger, anyway.

Dazai got closer to Chuuya. He hugged Chuuya tighter. He loved today.

Chuuya then wrapped his arms around Dazai's neck, moving closer to his face. Dazai could feel his heart beating faster.

"Chuuya, what're you— mph..."

Chuuya kissed him. His lips pressed against Dazai's. It was tender and soft. It lasted only for a few seconds, but it had Dazai blushing brightly. He felt weak already. He hugged Chuuya tighter. Chuuya's hands were in Dazai's hair, playing with the strands gently.

"I love you." Chuuya whispered to Dazai, grinning as he pulled Dazai in for another kiss.

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Kunikida had to clean the injuries on Dazai's arms, legs. Dazai managed to not listen to Kunikida while on a case and got severely injured. He's lucky he's not dead. Then again, he always struggles to do so anyway.

Kunikida cleaned his arms first. The bandages had to be off of Dazai, and there was no way he'd let someone else see his scars besides Kunikida. Kunikida's hands worked diligently, the bandages wrapped nicely. Dazai enjoyed being treated, but he knew Kunikida was quietly seething.

"Why..." Kunikida started, but trailing off. Dazai could hear the anger bubbling inside him. He stayed silent, looking at Kunikida.

"Why didn't you listen?!" He finally yelled out in frustration. Dazai's eyes widened.

"You wouldn't be hurt like this if you had just listened!"

Dazai just laughed nervously. The collar of his shirt was pulled by Kunikida, who was directly staring at him. Dazai hates the feeling of anxiety in him. It's not like Kunikida scares him, he's just never seen him this riled up.

"Is this funny to you? You're hurt, Dazai! You could've been killed as we searched around that building!"

Kunikida was furious. Yet he was also scared. Horrified of losing Dazai. Just because he didn't listen to a few simple words. No one is allowed to die in front of him. A simple few words written is his ideals. He didn't want this to be the time where his ideals mess up.

"Ah, but Kunikida! You're too worried." Dazai said as Kunikida let him go. He anxiously picked at his arm bandages. He smiled at Kunikida, it faltered ever so slightly.

Kunikida saw that, Dazai thought. His mask is falling. He needs to act more normal. Act like he isn't that hurt. Act like Kunikida yelling didn't make him worry for himself. He's fine, so what does it matter to Kunikida?

Kunikida held Dazai's hand. "Don't do that again. Please."

Dazai glanced away from Kunikida. His embarrassment from Kunikida's actions welled up inside him. His hand, an unlovable hand, being held by an idealistic man. How strange of him to feel this way. This wasn't normal.

"Okay, fine."

Kunikida continued to clean the wounds, not wanting them to get infected. They sat in silence for a long time. To Dazai it felt like an eternity. He hates silence.

Kunikida was lucky there was enough bandages. Thankfully Yosano keeps a lot. Mainly because Dazai keeps stealing them.

Dazai hated pain. He wanted to cry at the feeling of the leg wounds being cleaned with a soapy washcloth. His low pain tolerance wasn't helping with the scratchy feeling of the washcloth on his injuries. Nor was it helping with the pain in his arms and legs from the injuries.

He tried his hardest not to whine in pain at the feeling, but of course he managed to. Kunikida stared at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... Everything's fine, Kunikida."

"Are you sure? You can tell me when something is wrong."

"Yeah, yeah. Everything is okay."

"Good. I'm almost done. Don't fret over anything."

Silence continued. Dazai just wanted to curl up already. He was beginning to feel tired yet pained. Kunikida bandaged the rest of Dazai's wounds.

"Finally!" Dazai said as Kunikida finished, standing up.

Dazai was glad to finally be out of the room, stretching as he walked out. Kunikida followed shortly after. They both walked together through the halls, Dazai complaining about how hurt he felt. They took the elevator and went into their main office. Kunikida sat down and worked immediately. Dazai sat at his desk in front of Kunikida's.

The rest of the day went on normally. Dazai teased and poked at Kunikida. Dazai yelled that Kunikida isn't allowed to hurt him this time simply because he's injured. Kunikida simply giving in because he doesn't want to further Dazai's pain. Dazai grinned at Kunikida's defeat.

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Dazai sat on the bed. He forgot to put on his bandages last night. He looked at his scars. Some healed, some not. His room was still dark, the curtains closed. Dazai had to get to work at 10 AM. The time? 1 PM. He lied back down and sighed. His eyes widened at the sound of his apartment door opening. He sat back up. Kunikida walked in his room a few minutes later.

"Are you seriously still in bed? Dazai, you were supposed to be at work four hours ago!" Kunikida said, annoyed.

"I'll get up now," Dazai sighed. "just give me a minute."

Dazai got up and went to the bathroom. He brushed his hair and grabbed the bandages that were on his sink. He wrapped his arms around the bandages. He struggled. This sucked, he thought. He took off the bandages and tried again. This time it was too tight. He tried again.

"Alright, what's taking you so long?" Kunikida barged in.

Kunikida paused, his eyes widening. Dazai's sleeves were up, his scars visible. Dazai stared back at Kunikida.

"I'm.. I'm so sorry, Dazai. I won't look." Kunikida looked away, turning around.

"No, it's fine." Dazai said. Dazai was never bothered by Kunikida's presence. He didn't mind. He liked Kunikida anyway. "Now, can you help?"

"With what?" Kunikida looked back at Dazai. Noticing the bandages. He realized and nodded.

Kunikida walked up to Dazai. Taking the bandages, he held Dazai's arm out. They've only been together for a few months. Dazai was already more comfortable near Kunikida. Kunikida wrapped the bandages gently. He was surprisingly good at this. He finished up wrapping the bandages. He did this again for Dazai's other arm.

"Let me know if you ever need help again, Dazai."

"I will, Kunikida!"

Kunikida held Dazai's face, leaning slightly down. He kissed Dazai softly.

"Let's head to work now. You're already very late." Kunikida told Dazai, holding his hand.

They walked out the door and headed to the agency.

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Dazai was late, per usual. The agency members didn't seem to mind. Except for Kunikida, of course. Other than that, members expected him to be late.

He walked into the office an hour late, yawning. He only met darkness, though. This confused him. The lights were almost always on at a time like this. Every member should be here. He reached for the light switch, turning it on.

"Happy birthday, Dazai!" All the agency members said in union. Confetti poppers were used. Balloons were around the room.

Dazai's eyes widened. He's never had a birthday celebration. Kyoka went up to dazai, handing him a bunny stuffed animal.

"I like this. I have my own. You should have one too." She spoke in her usual monotonous tone.

Dazai took the bunny from her hands, holding it.

"My, thank you Kyoka."

"Mhm." She put her arms out for him to hug. Dazai smiled slightly, hugging Kyoka. He pat her head softly, ruffling her hair.

She let go and walked over to Atsushi, who gave her a thumbs up.

Yosano handed a bottle of sake to Dazai. "Figured you'd like some. I have bandages for you to, since you keep stealing from my office." She grinned.

He took the bottle, smiling back. "Thanks, Yosano."

Atsushi gave Dazai flowers, thanking Dazai for everything he's done. Dazai set allthe gifts on his desk.

Ranpo shared his candy with Dazai for the day. He rested his head on Dazai's shoulder as they sat on the agency's couch. They spoke about mysteries and cases as they ate candy.

Junichiro took him to the cafe below the agency, paying for him. They spoke for an hour, talking about their interests and hobbies.

Naomi went to an art museum with Dazai, they gazed at the art for a while. They found look alikes of themselves on paintings. Naomi laughed at some paintings. Her laughter is contagious, which eventually made Dazai laugh. People in the art museum glared at them. They laughed loudly and uncontrollably with each other. It took a long time for them to calm down, they almost got kicked out.

Kenji took Dazai to his farm. They went to Kenji's own field, watering the plants. They found flowers together. Kenji made Dazai a flower crown. Dazai wore the flower crown for the rest of the day. Kenji taught Dazai how to press the flowers to keep the flower crown for as long as he wants.

Kunikida hugged Dazai. Kunikida ran his hand through Dazai's hair as they hugged.

"I'm glad you're my partner. I'm proud you're here at the agency with us."

"Thank you, Kunikida."

Dazai hugged Kunikida back, his face against Kunikida's chest. They spoke for half an hour, Kunikida letting go eventually.

Haruno walked up to Dazai near the end of the day.

"The president wanted me to give you this gift. Thank you for working at the agency." She smiled softly, handing him a small box.

A hand written letter from Fukuzawa was in the box.

"Thank you, Dazai, for working at the agency. I commemorate your work. The agency has solved twice as many cases now that you're around, even with Ranpo. Unfortunately, I'm busy at this moment, so I must write this instead of saying this in person. Once I get back, I'll make sure to tell you in person about how proud I am. Have a great birthday." ~ Fukuzawa.

Dazai held the note, smiling. He had an amazing day.

"Thank you, Haruno. For giving me the letter."

"Of course, Dazai. Now, I have one more thing for you."

"Hm? What is it?"

Haruno walked with Dazai into the lunch room. Eventually, Atsushi walked into the room, holding a cake. He set the cake down onto a counter. Fukuzawa walked in after Atsushi.

"We went into the bakery." Fukuzawa patted Dazai's shoulder.

The agency members laughed and smiled throughout the rest of the day. They stayed around Dazai, eating cake and talking.

Dazai left the agency at night. He laid in bed, thinking about the day. He hugged the bunny stuffed animal. He curled up in bed, feeling soft. He loved today. He loved the agency. He felt comfortable and warm.

This was his new home.

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