dazatsu 73 maybe?
73. Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes
hhnnnng….cute….
Kiss Prompts! (Still Open!)
Atsushi didn’t consider himself short. He didn’t consider himself tall, of course, but he lived a life in where he felt he was at a comfortable medium. Dazai, however, was tall. Very tall. Thankfully, he had gotten over the phase of placing things on shelves just above Atsushi’s reach, but the man was a glutton for attention once someone agreed to give it to him. He was also a man that probably got off on his partner putting in all the effort they had, just for a kiss.
That’s why, on this fine, sunny day, Atsushi and Dazai were running late to work. Dazai wanted affection, Atsushi wanted to give him that affection, but Dazai was making things difficult and both were too stubborn to give.
There was no space between them as Atsushi grabbed Dazai’s shoulders again, pushing down to both hoist himself up and hopefully lower Dazai a few inches so he could reach his face. Dazai, of course, was standing stiff as a board, refusing to give Atsushi even an inch. He did glance down and, at seeing Atsushi’s puckered lips, let out a laugh.
“Oh, you look absolutely adorable, Atsushi-kun! Why should I give up a view like this?” He asked. With a huff, Atsushi lowered himself again and turned his head away from Dazai to think. At this point, he was desperate. Should he tackle him to the ground? Punch him in the stomach? Kick him in the shin? He filed through a thousand violent options that would allow him to vent his frustrations and make Dazai double over so he could kiss him, but ultimately decided he didn’t have the heart for that.
Atsushi lifted himself on his tiptoes again, snaking his fingers around the pendant on Dazai’s tie. When he lowered himself to the ground again, Atsushi gave the tie a good yank. With a small, startled yelp, Dazai finally caved and leaned over as Atsushi reached to meet him halfway. His nose bumped Dazai’s rather hard, and at first the kiss was little more than an uncomfortable smashing of lips, but Dazai quickly forfeited and placed his hand on Atsushi’s cheek, keeping it there to caress after he adjusted.
Dazai was all smiles when they finally parted, but Atsushi gave him a stern look as he opened the front door. “We’re going to be late. We need to get going,” He explained before leaving. Dazai followed with an extra pep in his step, vowing to be extra annoying towards Kunikida for enforcing such strict shift hours that interrupted their daily routine.
