“A what?” Atsushi slowly lowered the cup he’d brought
to his lips.
Atsushi-kun! Nicknames!” Dazai said,
happily clapping his hands together and looking at Atsushi with an expectant
gleam in his eyes.
“Ah,” Atsushi put down his coffee and picked up his
pen again. Hopefully Dazai would leave it alone should he pretend to be busy
with this report – which he was – but
Dazai only leaned down further, practically hanging over Atsushi where he sat
by his desk, innocently performing his duties at the Agency.
Well?” Dazai pressed on, his tone of voice could only be described as giddy.
Atsushi’s shoulders lowered as he sighed and looked up
at the other man. “Honestly, Dazai-san,
I don’t really see any need for us to have nicknames for each other.”
Dazai made a sound, sounding vaguely offended, and
dramatically put his hand over his heart.
I’m hurt! A nickname is an important pillar of any relationship!” Here he
grabbed Atsushi’s hands to hold them against his chest instead, Atsushi still
holding his pen in a loose grip. “Especially since I can’t make you stop with
the honorific, these things are super important!”
Atsushi blinked owlishly, for the moment swayed by
Dazai’s – dubiously authentic – performance while being relieved they were
alone at the office at the same time.
Dazai nodded, encouraged by Atsushi considering the
idea he grabbed a chair and sat down, leaning his elbows on the desk while
still holding the other’s hands.
“Yes! We’ve been dating for – ah, three months now-“ Dazai stopped and smiled softly at him,
Atsushi gave a small smile back, “- and I think we need to take this a step
“Yes, nicknames! So, I’ll go first.”
I’m not sure this is necessary-“
Atsushi blinked, then frowned. “What?”
“Darling, honey, cutie pie,” Dazai kept listing names.
Atsushi could feel a headache coming. He dragged his hand over his eyes and
“You’re not making any sense.”
made that offended noise again and Atsushi felt him taking his other hand –
maybe to once again bring it to his chest and proclaim about the foundations of
a functioning relationship. Atsushi peeked through his fingers and watched as
Dazai elegantly held Atsushi’s hand in front of his own lips. He blew warm air
over the skin, and something inside of Atsushi’s stomach fluttered.
Dazai dragged his lower lip over Atsushi’s fingers and
then met his eyes. They seemed deep and warm in the sharp light of the
The butterflies in Atsushi’s stomach turner sharper,
he might’ve made a sound because Dazai’s gentle smile crooked; became smug. He
leaned closer, close enough for Atsushi to catch the faint fragrance of tea and
cologne over the beating of his heart that’d escalated quickly.
“You like that?” Dazai’s voice sounded smooth despite
his smile, his eyes twinkled. “Sweetheart?”
A furious blush stretched against his cheeks, Atsushi
could feel it. The more it grew the bigger the grin on Dazai’s face widened,
and Atsushi felt a strange feeling of losing
– what he didn’t know, only that it frustrated him. He tried for a response but
could only sputter helplessly.
Dazai chuckled and released his hand. “So that’s it,
huh?” He said victoriously.
Atsushi jerked his head up and took hold of Dazai’s hands
in a poor imitation of Dazai’s earlier actions. Heart in his mouth Atsushi said
with a slightly squeaky but serious voice:
Dazai froze. He looked from their intertwined hands up
to Atsushi’s determined face. Unblinking, he opened his mouth, then closed it.
“Well,” Dazai rasped and tried clearing his throat, “that’s
He got up, strange expression on his face, and then
walked towards the exit.
“Dazai? Where are you going?” Kunikida met him in the
door, looking up from his bunt of papers at Dazai’s retreating back.
“Oh, nothing. Just going to question the meaning of
life!” Dazai answered, his laughter stiff.
Kunikida yelled after him. He turned his head and stared hard at Atsushi. “What
Then he stopped and, stupefied, looked down at his
papers, “and why am I even acting
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“Shiro, I swear on my Altean forefathers, if you ask me that again today I will quiznaking lose it— Ah, hello Senator!” Allura smiled with gritted teeth, her voice jumping from a hiss to a welcoming call as they swept across the atrium floor.
Shiro tried for her hand, missing and tugging on the side of her flowing robes. “Think about it- wouldn’t you rather be introduced to this guy as Queen Allura?”
Allura gave him a sidelong glance, biting the inside of her lip to keep from smiling back at his smirk. “As I’ve told you many times, Altean royal titles do not depend on matrimony. I keep it as a sign of respect for my father.”
That was enough to shame him out of the conversation they had already had twice that day. Shiro entwined his fingers with hers, kissing the back of her hand in acquiescence. “Of course, Princess.”