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That dang book scene really did a lot to throw these two together in my brain. So, of course, they were meant to be my victims for this blindfold picnic au at some point. And thus, here we are. Hope y'all enjoy ^^

It's not a surprise to anyone in the Port Mafia anymore when Ranpo came stampeding through the front doors and making a beeline for Chuuya's office. The first few times, he was met with aggravated guards and a few firearms aimed at his chest. After multiple reprimands from Chuuya, they learned to ignore the detective's presence.

Today's trip wasn't for business, though. Ranpo hadn't been assigned any crazy mission nor had he begged the president to be a messenger. No, today's race across Yokohama was brought by a text message from Chuuya to Ranpo only moments before he left the agency.

Come to my office for something fun.

Ranpo had nearly yakked the lollipop he was sucking on from his mouth onto the floor, eyes bulging at Chuuya's words. Only Dazai seemed to catch on to what was happening and nodded at him before Ranpo rushed out the door. And he had fast-walked the whole way.

His sense of direction had never been on point but as a man on a mission of his own, Ranpo suddenly felt like all the landmarks of the city were highlighted in his mind. It was like a trail had been laid out straight to the Mori Corporations, and he was a seasoned bloodhound.

However, he was nearly hit by three separate vehicles because he ignored the crosswalks. But, he chose to ignore that fact, too.

And as he bursts into the coveted office of the executive, he found his vision had been abruptly cut off. He could tell who it was from the iconic gloves that manhandled him into turning around and smirked a bit at the grumbling behind him as Chuuya's fingers stumbled about to tie the blindfold. When he finally had it in a satisfying knot, he grabbed Ranpo's hand.

"You're coming with me," Chuuya scowled. For once, Ranpo opted to remain silent, although the smile on his face didn't leave. He trusted Chuuya not to hurt him.

Thinking back on their relationship, Ranpo found it amusing. After all, it was a bit funny to recall how they were enemies once. Ranpo was always thinking of ways to avoid Chuuya for the agency, always strategizing ways to protect his people from Chuuya's wrath. And yet, when he was trapped in Edgar's book with Chuuya during the Cannibal incident, something had changed.

That time was a tense time, but one that ended with a kiss.

And Ranpo began to notice a slight change in Chuuya. The mafia executive's eyes would catch him in passing. Each time, they seemed to linger just a bit longer than the last. When Chuuya spoke with Ranpo, it was gentle, unlike the way he would yell at Dazai or try to intimidate Kunikida. That shift in dynamic made Ranpo feel giddy inside like he was a young teenager again.

So, Ranpo confessed to Chuuya, and Chuuya answered with his lips pressed into his, a battle of tongues full of passion. Neither of them looked back.

Ranpo's thoughts were interrupted as Chuuya led him through a door and cold air immediately brushed past his skin. The floor turned into smooth concrete, and Chuuya's pace slowed down. With a light yank on the blindfold, Ranpo's vision returned, and his eyes widened at the sight. Chuuya folded his arms and beamed with pride as Ranpo huffed, a softness glazing over that bright green hue.

"You did this for me?" Ranpo asked. Chuuya nodded.

"Surprise! It's just a bit of a rooftop picnic. I did acquire like... I think 30 different sweets from various stores in Yokohama. Think of this like a tour of sugar, honey bun," he said. Ranpo's chest tingled at the nickname, and he ran over and threw his arms around Chuuya, leaning down for a kiss. Chuuya flushed at the action and tried to hide his reddening cheeks in Ranpo's chest, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Ranpo's shoulder. "...Do you like it?"

"I love it," Ranpo breathed. "And I love you, Chuuya. Thank you." He pried Chuuya off his body and linked his arm. "Now, come. Take me on this tour, won't you?" Chuuya chuckled as he took the lead.

For the next few hours, Chuuya pointed out each piece of pastry and candy that he'd gotten. He explained little fun facts about each shop, something Ranpo knew would have taken hours to memorize. But, Chuuya had done it anyway, for him. And they sampled the chocolates and cakes and the abundance of other sugary glory items. They also talked about random things be it missions or gossip that might have been roaming about the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia. And while Chuuya would have to get back to work eventually and Ranpo would need to come back to his side of town, they treasured this time together.

When time finally ran out, Ranpo sighed, slightly disheartened that he would have to leave. But, he knew that would be back again soon. Chuuya walked him down and out to the building's entrance before making a quick phone call. In less than five minutes, a private car had pulled out front.

"He'll take you back," Chuuya explained. Ranpo grinned and patted him on the back.

"I appreciate it. I'll see you later."

"Or I can text you again," Chuuya mused. Ranpo rolled his eyes and waved him off.

"Yeah, yeah, get back to work, you mafia hotshot."

Chuuya snorted and waved. "See you."

Ranpo watched from the car window as it drove away. Once the building was out of sight, he pulled out his phone. Maybe, it was a bit cringy to some to say it so much, but Ranpo enjoyed the doting.

I love you, Chuuya.

Moments later, his phone dinged.

You already said that, but... I love you, too. Stay sweet, honey bun.

Ranpo giggled to himself, hugging the phone to his stomach. God, he really didn't deserve such a charming man. But, he wasn't about to give him up for anything. Ranpo had a sweet tooth, and Chuuya was his addiction.