Long Days Are The Worst

THIS ONE IS NOT FINISHED.. but i most likely won't finish it. so. have funnn <3 :)


The red head sigh, struggling to get his keys from his back pocket. Wanting to fall onto his bed, or into his lovers arms, and rest for the rest of his days. In a way he was thankful that Mori, after some yelling and convincing, gave him a day break. As in he could just stay home tomorrow and regain his strength for the rest of his days of working. "I'm tired.." he mumbled, pressing the end of his key into the lock and twisting at ninety degrees. He lean over, shoving the door open and looking around the dark living room.


"Dazai." He huffed out, attempting to take off his boots while standing. "Osamu, I'm home."


"I'm in here~" Dazai coo, sitting up from his laying position and whistling for the petite male to make his way to their bedroom.


Chuuya closed the door behind him, locked it up for the safety of him and his husband, and trailed his way to their bedroom. "Osamu, what did you eat for dinner?" He asked with a groggy voice, throwing aside his keys and beginning to undress himself. The red head drop his clothes to the floor, set his hat aside, and looked over at a his husband who still lay in the bed. "Are you drunk?"


"No," Dazai sighed, bringing a hand up to massage is temples. "I thin I have a migraine...my head has been hurting since I got home." Dazai used his elbows for support as he sat up and looked at the beauty in the room. "But how was your day?"


Chuuya shuffle threw his drawers, looking for something to sleep in. "I'm tired." He mumbled, pulling over a random red shirt he found. "And you didn't do the laundry like I told you to. I have no clean pajamas." He heard Osamu chuckle, then groan. "Did you even go to work today?"

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