"Really? That One?" - SKK Valentine's Week Day 3
Prompts used: Cake | Secret Relationship | “Really? That one?”
It was no secret that Chuuya had a lover. Anyone could see it plain as day, from the way he smiled at his phone and snuck off for “meetings” nearly every day. His whole demeanor had changed, turning him into someone happier and slightly more agreeable. His coworkers were happy for him, but secretly speculated amongst themselves who it might be.
It wasn’t until a Friday night out at the bar that they got their first real clue as to Chuuya’s lover’s identity. Chuuya was a lightweight, so he was barely two drinks in before he was slurring his speech and openly dropping hints. His coworkers egged him on a bit, though they felt guilty for it, knowing they wouldn’t have much opportunity to learn the truth later.
“Your lover,” Kouyou started cautiously, “Do you know them through work?”
A look of recognition crossed Chuuya’s face, then he scowled and put a finger to his lips. “S’confidential,” Chuuya slurred.
“Are they hot?” Tachihara cut in.
Chuuya considered for a moment, then murmured, “He’s got a nice ass.”
The bar erupted in giggles. Chuuya didn’t seem to notice and continued mumbling. “Got that cake… that bakery…”
Hiding her mouth behind her hand, Kouyou asked, “So he makes you happy, I take it?”
Chuuya made a face. “Fuck no, he’s annoying as shit. Sexy as hell, though.”
“Oh,” Kouyou said delicately.
Chuuya laid his head down on the table. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “S’fuckin’ horny. Wanna fuck ‘im so bad. That tight, perfect fuckin’ ass…”
Luckily he was quiet enough that only the people on either side of him could hear. Tachihara snickered, while Kouyou’s eyes widened.
“Seems like you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” she said gently. “Why don’t you head home. Want me to call you a cab?”
Chuuya shook his head and pulled out his phone. He pressed a couple buttons and held it to his ear. “I’m drunkkkkk,” he whined. “Come pick me up and lemme fuck you.” There was a pause as the person on the other end spoke. “Hah? Dunno what bar,” Chuuya grumbled. “You’re the stalker, come get me.” With that, he hung up, phone clattering as he dropped it on the table. “Fuckin’ hate him,” he said seriously, resting his head once again.
Kouyou and Tachihara exchanged a glance, debating silently whether to just call him a cab anyway. It turned out they didn’t need to, since the door to the bar opened a little over five minutes later. No one heard him come in until he was standing behind Chuuya’s slumped-over figure.
“Sleepy, chibi?” Dazai murmured. He slipped off his coat and set it around Chuuya’s shoulders with more care than any of the other Port Mafia members had seen from him.
Chuuya groaned and tipped his head back to rest it on Dazai’s chest. “Kiss,” he grumbled.
“You sure that won’t give your poor coworkers heart attacks?” Dazai teased.
Chuuya glared at him, but upside-down he looked even cuter than usual, so Dazai gave in and pecked him on the lips.
Tachihara, who had been silent in shock up until then, finally blurted out, “Really? That one?”
“Got a problem?” Dazai asked, face suddenly stony.
“No, no,” Tachihara said quickly. “It’s just… he was going on about how great your ass is.”
Gin leaned over from her seat to Tachihara’s other side and pulled her mask down to her chin. “And where is it?” she deadpanned.
There was a moment of silence just long enough for everyone to wonder if a massacre was about to take place. But then Dazai burst out laughing.
“It’s what’s on the inside that counts, I suppose,” he said with a wink. He nudged Chuuya’s shoulder. “C’mon slug, let’s get you home.”
“Fuck youuu,” Chuuya slurred, but he let Dazai help him up anyway. He climbed onto Dazai’s back and threw his arms around his neck, burying his face into his shoulder blade.
“Nice seeing you all,” Dazai said cheerfully. He carried Chuuya out of the bar, complaining lightheartedly about Chuuya being too heavy the whole way out.
As soon as they had left, Hirotsu leaned over and said, “I already knew, by the way.”
The group came alive with chatter once more, with bets being paid and stories of catching the two together being told. On the other side of the city, Chuuya had fallen fast asleep before his head even hit Dazai’s pillow.
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