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Dazai wasn’t sure what to expect out of a snowball fight with his boyfriend. It was cold, it was Christmas, and Chuuya was always ready to playfully beat Dazai up. But this time it was with little balls of frozen snow.
Dazai hadn’t had a snowball fight in years .
And he was determined to have fun. Though he was a little worried about his bandages getting soaked. He could deal with that later. Chuuya had already seen his scars many times. He didn’t judge them.
In fact, a couple days before he’d kissed along each scar and called Dazai beautiful, telling him that his scars were merely a part of him and nothing more. He made Dazai feel special in a way that nobody else did.
And anytime he got a compliment from Chuuya, that dumb fluttery feeling would come up in his chest, and he would blush like an idiot. He’d never gotten praise before, at least not the kind that Chuuya gave him.
Chuuya made him feel safe, loved… valued.
He was the first person to do that since Odasaku.
And that on its own was an accomplishment, considering how high Odasaku was on Dazai’s ranking of: Good people in my life: Past & Present.
Chuuya was first.
Simply because he had changed Dazai’s life in such a way that he had barely thought of harming himself for almost a week. He hadn’t even made an elaborate plan to kill himself. Which was a huge accomplishment. It meant he was getting better.
It meant that he was improving. That his mental state was no longer deteriorating at a point where doctors considered sending him back to an institution. He didn’t want to go back to the institution. His first visit had already been too much.
Dazai hid behind a tree, a pile of shining white snowballs in his arms, expertly avoiding the ones that Chuuya was throwing at him. Every so often, he would peek out and throw one back at his boyfriend, giggling like an idiot.
“Come out, you coward!” Chuuya called out playfully, the insult not meant to offend Dazai.
“Why would I come out again? You already know I like guys!” Dazai teased back, throwing a snowball at the voice of his boyfriend.
No oomph from Chuuya, so it didn’t make contact with him.
Damn.
“I mean stop hiding, idiot! We all know you’re bi!” Chuuya replied, throwing a snowball at Dazai, who was still peeking out from behind the tree. It connected with his chest and Dazai gasped in mock offense.
“How dare you!” Dazai exclaimed, running out from behind the tree with a stack of snowballs in his arms. He started throwing them wildly at his boyfriend, grinning and laughing as he did so. It was so easy to laugh now. It felt less heavy.
“Oh you’re gonna pay for that!” Chuuya said, scooping snow up into his gloved hands so he formed a small snowball. And then he grabbed more snow, making the snowball bigger. Dazai knew he should run. Chuuya had good aim.
His boyfriend may play soccer, but he could still throw. Dazai was pretty sure he played baseball for leisure when he was bored. He knew that there were always random school baseball games that anyone could participate in during the year. He’d seen them in the newsletter.
Or, if Chuuya didn’t play baseball, Dazai would have to tell him that he should participate, because damn did Chuuya have good aim.
He just seemed to be good at every sport, honestly.
And he was all Dazai’s.
A flare of pride bloomed in Dazai’s chest at the thought; knowing that Chuuya was his boyfriend despite his broken-ness. Chuuya had chosen him. Over literally anyone in the school, Chuuya had chosen him .
And Dazai was so fucking happy.
Chuuya’s snowball hit him square in the shoulder, and Dazai clutched his limb dramatically. It didn’t hurt whatsoever, he just enjoyed the dramatics. He always lived for the dramatics. He was super glad that Chuuya had gotten him that new coat though, because it prevented the wet snow from seeping into his clothes.
“Take that, mackerel!” Chuuya shouted, celebrating.
“Oh we are so on. ” Dazai chuckled to himself, already plotting a way to get back at Chuuya for that. Though, he had thrown the snowball first…
Didn’t matter.
He’d still get back at Chuuya.
He grabbed another snowball from his pile and threw it at his boyfriend, ducking under yet another attack from the redhead. How had he made a new snowball so fast?
“How do you have so many! Holy shit!” Chuuya screamed, running away from Dazai’s onslaught of snowballs. Dazai had made many while he was hiding behind the tree, so he was able to just continue throwing them at Chuuya.
Chuuya retaliated when he could, but Dazai was relentless. He knew his boyfriend. He analyzed his patterns in throwing the snowballs so he would know when Chuuya was vulnerable, and he could strike.
But Dazai still ended up getting hit by Chuuya’s impeccable aim.
It was inevitable.
But the loser was buying the other dinner. This was a very high-stakes competition.
Eventually, Dazai was the one who ended up pinned on the ground by Chuuya, covered in snow. He didn’t care. It was so much fun. And both boys were laughing like idiots. Idiots in love. Because that’s what they were. Idiots in love.
Both of them had said it. They were in love.
Now Dazai could say it whenever he wanted to. He could remind Chuuya that he was loved. And Chuuya could reciprocate in kind.
“I guess you’re buying me dinner.” Chuuya said, leaning over Dazai, who was still pinned to the snowy ground by Chuuya. His hands were on Dazai’s shoulders, making sure that Dazai wasn’t able to get up.
Despite having flushed cheeks already due to the cold, Dazai must have been blushing even more now because Chuuya was so close and wasn’t kissing him.
“Are you just keeping me here to tease me?” Dazai asked, raising a brow teasingly.
“Of course.” Chuuya replied with a massive grin on his face. Oh Dazai wanted to do nothing more than to wipe it off of his face–
Then Chuuya finally gave him a quick kiss on the lips before helping him up to standing. Finally.
“Took you long enough.” Dazai huffed.
“Let’s go to dinner.”