A/N: This isn't TECHNICALLY a continuation of #76 since it's not chronological, but from now on, each oneshot I write that is familial Soukoku/Shin Soukoku will be part of the Kintsugi series.

P.S. Look up what "Kintsugi" means if you don't know. It's a beautiful metaphor for Soukoku and Shin Soukoku joining as a family. At least, in my opinion.

Anyway, enjoy!

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"I'm not wearing that."

Dazai grips on the ties of the offensive piece of clothing. "Pleeeeeeease, Chuuya? It'll only sell your role as housewife more!"

"I'm not wearing a fucking apron."

Dazai bats his eyes. "Pleeeeeeeeeeease? Pretty pretty pleeeeeeeeeeease?"

Chuuya groans and snatches the apron out of the brunette's hand. "Fine. But only so I never have to see you do that again."

Dazai immediately smiles, jumping up and down, clapping his hands. "Oh, yay! Chuuya will be an even better housewife now!"

Chuuya rolls his eyes as he ties his hair into a ponytail, refusing to acknowledge how cute Dazai was acting.

~

"Chuuya-san?"

Chuuya turns his head to look at the white-haired boy who called his name.

"Yes, Atsushi?"

"I have two questions."

Chuuya turns on a burner on the stove. "What is it?"

"First, what are you making?"

"Fried rice."

"Ooooh, sounds delicious!"

Atsushi's tone changes instantly. "Ah...second...why are you...wearing an apron?"

Chuuya sighs far too loud and slams down the wooden spatula in his hand.

"You can blame Dazai for that. He thinks he's soooooo funny."

Upon hearing this, Dazai skips into the kitchen. "Ah, but I am funny! Aren't I, Chuuya?"

Chuuya groans at the arms around his waist. "No."

"I know you don't believe that~"

"Yes I do."

Dazai chortles and then turns to look at the weretiger, whilst still holding onto his partner. "Well, you see, Atsushi-kun, Chuuya is the housewife of our little family here. And doesn't an apron sell that perfectly?"

Atsushi looks over the room when his eyes meet Akutagawa's. The raven-haired boy sighs.

"Just say yes if you're that desperate."

Atsushi takes his kyoudai's advice.

"Y-yes! You're absolutely right, Dazai-san!"

Dazai chuckles, and then turns back to Chuuya, moving a hand underneath the apron, and his shirt, causing a slight shiver to come from the redhead.

"Plus..."

Dazai purrs, in a manner only meant for Chuuya.

"I must say it has a quite...sensual energy to it, does it not? Oh, just think, Chuuya, how lovely it would be, if you had nothing, but the apron. I don't think I'd be able to resist you. Wouldn't that be lovely~?"

Chuuya's face heats up and he punches Dazai in the chin. "Sh-shut up."

It's at this point Akutagawa has gotten up from the couch and has put his hands over Atsushi's ears.

"Ryuu-nii, what are they talking about? Are they fighting?"

Akutagawa merely sighs.

The weretiger was far too innocent for his own good.

~

Chuuya places the wok on a hot pad at the center of the table, putting servings of fried rice on everyone's plates, ending with his own, and taking a seat. He closes his eyes and sighs, putting his hands together, taking in the pleasant aroma that is the fruition of his efforts.

"Thank you for this meal."

The four say together.

The younger two of the four scoop up rice and dive in, savoring the delicious taste of their (father's? mentor's? guardian's?) cooking.

Dazai is yet to start eating.

Chuuya turns and looks at the man, annoyed.

"Whatcha doing, sitting there in a daze, shitty Dazai? I worked hard on this meal, you'd damn better eat it."

Dazai just smiles. "Ah, there's many pleasant memories tied in with this meal."

He whips his hand in soft circles to bring the pleasant scent of the rice into his nose.

"I remember when Chuuya first moved in with me. He was appalled how little food I had in my fridge, and went to the store, bought tons of ingredients, and made me fried rice just like this, ordering that I eat healthy~"

Chuuya's cheeks turn red once more. "Well, you...you were like a twig back then. I wanted you to be healthier."

Dazai claps his hands together, "Fufu, Chuuya loves me~!"

Chuuya clenches his chopsticks hard in one fist. "Sh-shut up, idiot—"

"Chuuya loves all of us, right? That's why he wears an apron and works for hours in the kitchen to make sure we're well-fed~"

The tension in Chuuya's knuckles loosens, Dazai smiling triumphantly at making the man speechless, as he finally begins eating the rice.

"Mm, good~"

He leans back in his chair. "I love you, Chuuya~"

Atsushi puts down his chopsticks and looks at the redhead. "I-I...I also love you, Chuuya-san."

Akutagawa covers his face with his napkin. "I...I suppose I feel familial attachment towards you as well."

Chuuya blinks, and his chopsticks slip from his hand.

A single tear trickles down his eye.

But he smiles.

"I...I love you all, too. Thank you."

Dazai beams, getting up from his chair, and hugging his partner.

"Don't cry, Chuuya. We love you."

Chuuya sighs and runs his fingers through Dazai's hair.

"You know...it's rude to get up during a meal."

"Ah, but for my beloved Chibi, it's worth it~"

Chuuya sighs again. This time, a sigh of content.

Perhaps living this way wasn't so bad after all.

"Thank you, Osamu...I love you."

"I love you, too. I always have~"