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Chuuya woke up at his usual time at 4:30 am, to the annoying blare of his usual alarm clock, switching on the nearby rolling onto his stomach to face the wonderful man he shared the large bed with, always looking forward to seeing the man sleeping quietly before he’d wake him for a goodbye kiss.
Kunikida, however, was already awake, blankly staring at the ceiling above them. Chuuya had seen this look before- his beautiful jade eyes drifted to a hideous gray, blonde hair seemed more disheveled and less flawless sprawled out along the pillow than what his normal bed head allowed it to look like- Chuuya despised that look. He hated how pale it made all of his features look, how depressed and hopeless the detective seemed to be. Kunikida, to put it as simply as Chuuya could possibly find, looked like someone who had just seen everyone he had ever loved die the same death right in front of his eyes- and he’d have to attempt sleeping with this for the rest of his life- especially if he had been told he could have easily prevented it.
The executive had, what most called, a more difficult job in the mafia compared to Kunikida’s job as a detective agent. Much more bloodshed, for one, and much more bloodshed by his own hands for two. There were, of course, many other reasons as to why his life was just as much a hell as he had made the mafia’s enemies’ deaths to be. Though, this was beside the current point.
There was... no way to snap the younger out of his current state...and Chuuya learned this in the first two of now three years of being together. Dazai had called him yesterday evening, telling him that something had occured during a job, not giving out too much information to the older, allowing any loose ends to be tied up by the man he went through it all himself. Kunikida hadn’t said anything the entire night-which Chuuya had expected, so he didn’t bring Dazai’s call or the agency mission up. When the blonde was ever ready, he’d talk about it.
The younger man honestly looked like he had seen a ghost- and that ghost had been himself . Just to make sure, Chuuya pressed to fingers to his pulse, letting go of the breathe he had been holding when a sign of life was discovered.
“I’m fine,” the owner of the life whispered, eyes still focused to the ceiling.
“Yeah...no you’re not.”
Chuuya’s response sounded casual, like they were only playing around. Before pushing himself out of the sheets to get ready, he pressed his lips to Kunikida’s temples softly, letting the kisses linger there wishing that each one would take the stress and pain his love was suffering from, anywhere else but his mind.
That was the last place it needed to be.
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When Kunikida was stressed or worried he’d refuse to admit it.
When Kunikida was stressed or worried he’d overwork himself.
He argued with Dazai less and less about his unfinished paperwork, seemingly hoping it would pile up during the week and stay undone so that he’d have more to do-more to occupy himself with. Chuuya would walk into their shared apartment every evening, pretending he didn’t notice the large stacks of agency documents the taller flooded himself with. Be it the kitchen table, the couch, their bed- for the next two weeks Kunikida would tirelessly surround himself with more work, more scheduling, more- everything someone that was already stressed enough should not be using a coping method.
“You don’t actually think this can help you, right?” Chuuya eventually lost the patience he tried to keep one evening, two weeks before the end of May, “you’re not gonna get over whatever’s keeping you awake at night by working until 2 am, just to wake up six hours later and repeat the damn cycle again.”
The younger man glared up at him through his glasses, his jade eyes lost their usual gleam,
“And you won’t be able to drown your own issues with alcohol, yet here we are.”
Though it hurt a little to hear the blonde growl his response like that, Chuuya only shifted a little as though he were simply annoyed with him dodging the question. This hadn’t been the first conversation they ever had about dealing with their own problems. Both were...arguably unhealthy. Chuuya could down a whole bottle of wine in less than an hour when he felt shitty, and Kunikida could mentally and physically destroy himself further by using the one thing that probably caused him the most problems anyway.
“Well I’d rather be an alcoholic than a damn workaholic, anyday.” he hadn’t meant that, in fact if Chuuya felt like he had a choice, he’d much rather focus on signing papers than not being able to focus on shit at all. But all the same, drinking was normally used to help one escape their problems temporarily, to forget them until their hangover the next day. Sure it wasn’t what either of them should be doing, but desperate times called for desperate measure as was usually said.
Before Kunikida could reply to Chuuya’s claim, the redhead had already walked into their kitchen and pulled out a bottle of Grenache from the fridge, walking back into their bedroom where his lover was currently sitting in, the wine bottle and two glasses in both hands.
“I thought you wanted to be an alcoholic.” Kunikida asked tiredly, eyes trained on the paper in front of him and not looking up once.
“This isn’t about me right now.” Chuuya set both glasses on the nearby night stand, filling both almost three quarters of the way. He handed one to the younger man, “And going back to what you last said before- I drink when I already feel fucked up as is and when I’m in a good mood to feel fucked up. Now, I don’t ask a lot from you- at least I don’t think I really do...but just this once, can you please put down that god damn pen and maybe..I dunno, share in this beautiful evening with me?”
Chuuya gestured to the screen door on the other side of their bed, drawing the curtains away and opening the door so that it let in the cool air. The executive extended the glass back to Kunikida, and the younger was easily suckered into taking it, standing up from their bed as he followed Chuuya out onto the balcony. He supposed Chuuya’s expensive tastes of having an immaculate balcony on the seventh floor really did have its perks at times, it was quiet...romantic being out here. The air felt nice and calming to his mind, and the city was both the perfect combination of lively and quiet all the same. From where they were, Kunikida could see the lights that covered and surrounded the Cosmo Clock 21, and he realized that they had never actually taken the time to ride it together. Part of him wished he could just grab him up and take him now, but it was probably past 10 already, so it would already be closed by now.
“We’ve never actually been on it, huh?”
Chuuya asked, noticing that the blonde’s gaze had lingered on it for a while now. Both men took a sip of wine simultaneously, sighing in content as they allowed the taste to flow down their throats carefully, slowly letting it begin to take over their mindsets for the evening so that they could simply relax.
“No we haven’t. We haven’t actually-”
“Been on a real ‘date’ in a while?” the executive laughed quietly, “yeah...no we haven’t. Fuck, I’m sure I’ve worked enough to take a day off or two, but I just...I never really thought about it, I guess.”
Kunikida almost seemed surprised. “I had no idea an organization like the Port Mafia even allowed days off.”
Chuuya laughed again, a bit louder this time and damn was it contagious, “Of course we do! Geez, Kida, we’re not so ‘ruthless’ that we’d take away anyone’s right to a fucking vacation!” he shook his head, “but we’re not hear to talk about work, baby. We can talk about anything else but that, okay?”
The taller nodded and took a longer sip of his glasses, frowning in confusion when he realized he already reached the bottom of it. When had that happened? He was sure they just got out here…
Nontheless, he held it out to the older as to ask for more. The contagious laugh came again as Chuuya went back inside to get the bottle and fill his glass again- and even his own.
How long...had they been out here..?
All other concerns left Kunikida’s mind once he was halfway done with his second glass, and the only things he could really think about while the alcohol continued to take effect on his said thoughts were all of the fond little memories he and Chuuya had together throughout their three- almost four, wasn’t it?- years of being with one another. Currently, they were attempting to recollect memories of one of their last few dates together.
“You were...you were sooo adorable,” the mafioso giggled, “...tried to hide how happy you were and evvverything.”
“N-no I didn’t.” Kunikida whimsically argued, or at least tried to, “I...I was con...content, I’ll admit. But the way you’re saying it now makes it seem as though my s-so called ‘ex..citement.’ Was similar to that of a child’ss.”
“Heh heh...it basically waaas. Who knew someone s-sooo stuck up would be a...would be good at vidoegames?”
Kunikida frowned, but it almost resembled a playful pout if Chuuya were less intoxicated at the moment, “Rude. I’m n-not stick...stock...st- stuck up at all. I used to play them, all t-time anyway...”
“I didn’t reaaaliiiize you loved arcades so much. I kinda thought you’d hate thaaat as an idea for a date” Chuuya filled their glasses again when he noticed they were both nearly empty again, frowning a bit when he went the last few drops of Grenache left the bottle itself.
“Aww, all gooone,” the older cooed, “What should we dooo noooow~?” he ran a suggestive finger along Kunikida’s arm, grinning wider when he caught the taller return the smile.
“I’m sure...th-there’s a few things we c-can..do…” he pondered, staringly drunkly at the smaller’s smile beneath him.
Chuuya must have been trying to think of the same idea, pulling the taller by his hair and threading their lips together, much more calmly than one would expect from two drunken idiots. Neither paid attention- let alone cared- about how soft or rough their kiss was. As long as it showed how much the other was loved and desired, it was perfect. Kunikida allowed his tongue to practically wrap around the shorter’s when he felt it push it’s way through his lips. There was no battle for dominance in this either- it was simply just allowing themselves to indulge in the familiar taste and feel of the other’s mouths- now with the addition of alcohol. Kunikida found himself leaning against the rail of the balcony while Chuuya bent over him, cupping the sides of his face to kiss him with with more passion...or at least that’s what the discoordinated sloppiness of the kiss was mistaken for.
And as Kunikida wrapped his own arms around the smaller’s frame, he took a small peek through intoxicated eyelids only to be met with an equally drunk pair of azure that winked at him quickly before closing in bliss yet again.
Everything Chuuya did seemed contagious, addictive, just as intoxicating as his wine, so soon enough, the detective found himself closing his eyes too, enjoying the warm feeling the night of the executive were currently surrounding him in.
Kunikida had to admit, intoxicated or not, that being here, kissing him, anything- literally anything felt so much better, relieved so much more stress than drowning in copious amounts of pen ink and typed out text and documents and...well now that Chuuya started undoing the buttons to his shirt, the train of thought disappeared.