Soukoku Oneshots

That's my Wife!

--Fluff

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As Chuuya and Dazai stepped into the dimly lit bar, the soft murmur of conversation and clinking glasses greeted them. It was a private gathering, arranged by their close friends from both the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency. The atmosphere was relaxed, with laughter and camaraderie filling the air.

Walking side by side, Chuuya and Dazai exchanged playful banter, their steps synchronized as they made their way further into the room. Chuuya's eyes sparkled with amusement as Dazai regaled him with one of his infamous tall tales, embellishing each detail with dramatic flair.

Their arrival didn't go unnoticed, as their friends quickly spotted them and called out greetings. Atsushi and Akutagawa waved from the bar, while Kunikida and Tanizaki raised their glasses in acknowledgment. Even Ranpo and Kenji paused their conversation to offer cheerful hellos.

Chuuya and Dazai exchanged knowing glances, their bond evident in the easy camaraderie between them. As they navigated through the crowd, Dazai reached out to squeeze Chuuya's hand, a silent reassurance of their solidarity.

Joining their friends at a nearby table, Chuuya and Dazai settled in, their presence adding to the lively atmosphere of the bar. Throughout the evening, they shared laughter and stories, enjoying each other's company as well as the company of their friends.

As the night wore on, Chuuya found himself grateful for moments like these - moments spent in the company of those he cared about most, surrounded by warmth and laughter. And as he glanced at Dazai, a fond smile playing on his lips, he knew that there was nowhere else he'd rather be than by his side.

Dazai's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he watched Chuuya downing the wine with an impressive speed. "Chuuya," he exclaimed, a mixture of amusement and concern in his voice. "Slow down there, buddy."

Chuuya, undeterred, finished the bottle and flashed Dazai a mischievous grin. "Just warming up, Dazai," he replied, his words slightly slurred but his eyes bright with mischief.

Dazai chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're going to regret that in the morning," he warned, but there was a fondness in his tone that betrayed his amusement.

As the night continued, Chuuya's antics only grew more spirited, much to the amusement of their friends. Dazai found himself torn between keeping an eye on Chuuya and joining in the revelry, ultimately deciding to indulge in the rare opportunity to let loose and have fun.

And as the night wore on, with Chuuya's laughter ringing out alongside the clink of glasses and the hum of conversation, Dazai couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these - moments of joy and camaraderie shared with the person he loved most in the world.

As Dazai lounged on the couch, his gaze fixed on Chuuya's mesmerizing dance moves, he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection and admiration for his husband. With each graceful sway of Chuuya's hips and every effortless twirl, Dazai found himself falling deeper in love with the man he had married.

There was something undeniably captivating about the way Chuuya moved-confident, yet carefree; elegant, yet playful. As the music pulsed through the club and the lights danced across Chuuya's figure, Dazai felt a swell of pride knowing that this incredible dancer was his partner in life.

Despite the chaos of the club and the throngs of people around them, Dazai's attention remained solely on Chuuya, his heart swelling with affection with each passing moment. In that dimly lit space, surrounded by the pulsating energy of the dance floor, Dazai felt a profound sense of gratitude for the beauty and joy that Chuuya brought into his life.

And as Chuuya's dance reached its climax, a burst of applause erupting from the crowd around him, Dazai couldn't help but join in, his heart overflowing with love for the man who had captured his heart in more ways than he could ever imagine.