"Osamu..." Chuuya whispered softly, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder against the milky door frame. He stare at his husband, a slight worry apparent on his face. Though he really did try to look calm.

"Baby?" Dazai him, setting aside his book and looking up at the other. He assume it was something important, or else his love would have used an insult for his name. Dazai s face filled with concern, he quickly but quietly whispered, "What's wrong?"

"There's- why are you whispering..." Chuuya whispered,

"Why are you whispering?" 

"Because you were- ugh, nevermind."

"No, no!" He chuckled, standing from his seat and stepping over. "What happened?"

"There's something in the kitchen..."

"Oh! Dinner?" He hum, trying to step past but Chuuya stomp his foot in front of his husband. He let out a long sigh, stuffing his face in Dazai's chest.

"You're going to laugh at me."

"No?" He quirk a brow, pulling he other away to look him in the eye.

There was a pause before the redhead spoke, his face flushing from embarrassment. "There's a roach in the kitchen and I need you to kill it. Like now."

It took everything in the brunette not to snicker or laugh, but instead take a deep breath and smile down at the other. "It's fine," he spoke, "I'll go kill the-"

He's done it. He laughed.

"You asshole!" Chuuya yelled, punching the others arm and stepping back. "I knew you'd laugh! Just kill the shit so I can finish dinner!"

Dazai huffed a few times, leaning his head back against the wall to take a breather. He smiled, "why didn't you just stomp on it?"

"The shoes were too far so I just... ran! It was fast! And, and it crawled under the counter— LOOK JUST KILL IT!"

"Alright, alright!" He snickers, walking into the kitchen to do the do. This would forever be a memory that lay in his mind. And also knowing the fact that Chuuya wasn't fond of bugs was cute, and something to tease him with.

Sorry this chapter is short and not funny at all but it was just a head canon I came up with.