(Drinking buddies to lovers lmao)

Yukihiko smiled and walked inside the familiar apartment, setting the bottles of wine he brought on the counter and quickly making himself at home.

"So~ What have I missed from my favorite executive while I was away in Germany, hm?"

Chuuya eyed the bottles.

“You’re my favorite.” He decided.

“Not much,” he hummed. “Punched a few people, destroyed an organization with the Mackerel.” Chuuya shrugged. “How about you? Anything fun in Germany?”

"Beat up a couple guys, realized I like your taste in alcohol more than what I was being served, and now I'm finally back. And what better way to relax after speaking German for a three months and not sleeping decently than to get blackout drunk with my favorite person?"

Yukihiko sunk into one of the lounge chairs and crossed his legs, smiling slightly.

“Fuck yes.” Chuuya nodded, pulling out two glasses and pouring a decent amount of the bottle. “And I got more liquor, so drink.”

"You're the best." Yukihiko takes one of the glasses and sips from it, humming with contentment.

"I missed this holy fuck." Yukihiko smiles and drinks more, nearly half of his glass.

Chuuya flopped onto his couch. “Pick a seat. Wherever works.” He sighed, taking a big swig of the wine in his glass.

Yukihiko sat right next to Chuuya, a bit closer than usual but it wasn't too close to be a bother. Much. Was Yukihiko wearing a suit that matched Chuuya's-? No, he definitely was. When did that happen?

"Long day?"

Chuuya sighed, dragging a hand over his face. “…..Dazai’s gone.” He muttered, actually using his partner’s - well, former now - name. “Haven’t seen him in a week now. Damn man blew my car to smithereens.” Chuuya tried to sound angry. He really did. “He….fucking damnit. He left me.” Chuuya scowled.

Yukihiko's expression fell, though it was hard for him to really feel sympathy, he knew that this was probably hard for Chuuya.

Yukihiko thought about what to say for a moment. "A week, huh? You could've called me as soon as you realized. I would've been there as soon as I could."

"...God I'm terrible at this. It really fucking pisses me off on your behalf that he'd just up and leave like that and blow up your car."

Chuuya shook his head. “Who knows what he thinks half the time. Worst part? I wasn’t even here. I was off doing a job for Mori.”

Chuuya looked away. “Least he could’ve done was tell me.”

"I don't fully understand the relationship you two had, but if he didn't tell you, then it might've been because he knew you'd go after him, and he didn't want that." Yukihiko realized what he just said and flushed a bright cherry red.

"O-or something, I don't know." He quickly added on, feeling weirdly embarrassed. He took another swig from his glass.

Chuuya was quiet for a moment. “….Maybe.” He shrugged listlessly. He subconsciously scratched the back of his left hand, his black gloves abnormally absent. Red marks dotted and fairly twisted up his hand as he sighed.

Yukihiko noted the absence of the gloves, but he was fascinated by the marks. He's heard of Chuuya's ability and how it could cause such destruction, but he didn't think there would be lasting marks on Chuuya.

"Should you be scratching at those-?"

“What…..oh.” Chuuya glanced down at the marks, frowning. “Guess Arahabaki is restless too.” He muttered.

“It won’t kill me to scratch at them.” He shrugged.

Chuuya held up his hand a bit to see it better. “Guess I didn’t realize it had appeared.”

"Arahabaki-? Oh." Yukihiko nodded in understanding and tentatively traced the markings, mostly out of curiosity.

"They're quite attractive. To me, at least. I like them." He pulls his hand back and takes another swig of his drink, grimacing at hi own lack of self-control.

"Sorry, that probably isn't appropriate right now."

That cracked a grin on Chuuya’s face.

“Nah. I…it’s a good relief. I don’t mind. Really. If…you want, you can keep looking at them?”

Yukihiko looks a bit surprised but goes back to gently tracing the marks on Chuuya's hand, fascinated with the designs. He wondered if it would be weird if he got tattoos of the designs, and it probably would be.

He took another drink from his glass, emptying it completely. He set the now-empty glass down somewhere and went back to focusing on his new little fixation.

“More?” Chuuya gestured to his glass with his free hand.

Said free hand also had markings on it, slightly different than the other hand. These looked a bit more like a godly eye than just symbols.

Yukihiko stared at the marking for a moment, entranced. When he realized what Chuuya had said he nodded quickly. "Oh- Yes, please."

Chuuya took his hand back to pour a new bottle of wine into their glasses, before silently offering Yukihiko his other hand, the one he hadn’t been observing.

Yukihiko blinked and took it, leaning a bit against Chuuya to get a better look at the details as he traced the marks. He held his refilled glass in his other hand, absently sipping it in random intervals.

Chuuya just hummed, drinking his own wine.

"I didn't realize they could just show up like that. Wait why aren't you wearing your gloves-?" Yukihiko glanced up at Chuuya curiously.

“Huh? Oh….” He shrugged. “I don’t wear them to sleep.” This felt…nice. It soothed the constant screaming of Arahabaki in his mind, which only Dazai had been able to do with No Longer Human. Chuuya decided he liked this.

"Oh. I probably ruined that, didn't I?" Yukihiko felt weirdly soothed as well. When he had gotten off his flight he had so much to do regarding intel he had gathered, but now he could just lay here and drink away the day with his favorite coworker.

Yukihiko decided he liked this as well. A lot, actually.

“Well, I didn’t mind, really.” Chuuya muttered. “It was…more than welcome, really.”

"Oh. Then you're welcome." Yukihiko smiled and took another sip of his wine. It was stronger than usual, so he was already beginning to get a bit tipsy.

Chuuya downed his own glass, pouring another glass as he sighed.

“I appreciate the wine.” He said dryly. “Seriously.”

"Of course! I don't really have anyone to drink it with besides my older brother, but he's busy with his husband. I don't wanna bother him."

Yukihiko rested his head on Chuuya's shoulder tenderly, not fully certain if he could let his guard entirely down.

“He’s married? Sounds cool.” Chuuya didn’t make him move. “My….brother, I guess you could call him, lost his husband.” Chuuya paused. “Sorry that just sounds really bad…”

"My brother's husband is quite shy and honestly deserves better than the egotistic man my brother is.." Yukihiko took another sip of his wine.

"I didn't know you had a brother."

Chuuya sighed.

“I do and I don’t. We aren’t blood related, but he sees himself as my ‘older brother’.” He took a sip of wine as well. “For the longest time I told him to shove it, but…at this point it’s not unwelcome.”

"Well that makes more sense. It's nice having an older sibling sometimes, but they can smother you too much and it becomes unbearable. At least you weren't raised by yours to be exactly like him."

Chuuya nodded silently. “Yeah….hard growing up to be like anybody when my first memories are of labs.” He said dryly, as if he hadn’t just dropped that.

Yukihiko blinked, staring at Chuuya with disbelief. "Pardon-? You were what-? I can't even remember most of my childhood memories. My first memories were being chased with a hatchet? Even then, a lab??"

Chuuya made a face. “A hatchet? Really?” He shook his head. “Yeah the lab…..they were studying Arahabaki.” Chuuya grew quiet, before continued, taking a sip of wine. The drinker he was for this the better. “So yeah, I was a lab rat, really. Until they went too far and I kinda exploded the lab and then joined the sheep.” He shrugged.

Yukihiko nodded as he listened, taking a large sip of the rest of his wine and refilling the glass.

"It's a long story for me but my father didn't want me and let my elder brother take care of me when I turned four or five. When I turned seven my brother told me to run away from home as fast as I could and that he would meet up with me in the city. Father found out and told me that if I was going to be ungrateful and run away, he was going to kill me instead. Brother shot him with the gun Father used for hunting and we left as fast as we could."

Yukihiko paused and swirled the wine in his glass. "At least that's what he told me and what I gathered from my delightfully recurring nightmares."

Chuuya stared, a little too intently, then chuckled. “Shit, sounds horrible.” He shook his head. “Then again, we wouldn’t be in the Port Mafia if we were ever normal.”

"Not as bad as yours, holy hell." Yukihiko laughs as well and takes another drink from his glass.

"I'm beginning to think no one in the Port Mafia is normal."

“The quicker you accept that, the better you’ll do here.” Chuuya hummed, leaning over to grab the wine bottle, unknowingly having to lean closer to Yukihiko to do so.

Yukihiko nodded in agreement and leaned back a bit for Chuuya to reach the bottle easier, drinking the rest of his glass and holding his glass up with a bit of a pout. Out of all the ways to ask for a refill, it was the most surprising one to come from the same man who never hesitated to speak his mind.

“I gotcha.” Chuuya refilled Yukihiko’s glass as well. “Ugh I might be off work tomorrow with a fucking hangover with all this wine but who gives a shit?”

Yukihiko smiles and takes a sip from his refilled glass. He's beginning to lose count of how many glasses he's had by now.

"I hear you, I already get a day or two off to readjust my schedule and to sleep properly. But why do that when I've got a handsome coworker living a floor beneath my apartment, hm?"

Chuuya raised a brow. “I don’t suppose you might mean me, eh?” He grinned a bit. “Right back at you. Thanks for stopping by, I needed this.”

"Of course. I'd never refuse being around you." Yukihiko hides a small, adoring smile by taking another sip of his drink.

"As for your car, I can buy you a new one, if you'll let me?"

“I couldn’t make you do that,” Chuuya protested. “I got plenty money. No need to spend you own!”

"You'd be doing me a favor, I don't know what to do with the money I have," Yukihiko replies. "I like giving gifts to people I don't feel like murdering. Those are also known as friends, so I've heard."

“….Fine. Only! Only if you let me get something for you.” Chuuya said, holding up a finger. “Has to be something you want. Name it.”

"Very well, I want a rifle and a necklace." Yukihiko smiles, leaning forward enough that he might as well just sit in Chuuya's lap with how clingy he's been.

Chuuya was drunk. He didn’t get there easily, but he knew he was drunk. Though he was still pretty cognitive. He nodded. “Done.”

He welcomed the closeness. “Any preference on what kinda necklace? Length?”

Yukihiko smiled and took another sip from his glass. He leaned in a bit more. He has a bit less of an alcohol tolerance, but he was also mostly cognitive and capable of complex thought.

"Surprise me, I'd like to see how much you know me. You're free to ask colleagues, too. But I doubt they'll give you much of an answer."

“Got it.” Chuuya nodded, staring at him intently. His eyes were pretty.

What?

Funny, Yukihiko thought the same. Chuuya's eyes were just so vibrant, like the sea.

Yukihiko decided that he'd like to drown, if given the chance. He'd like to drown in Chuuya's gaze bare his soul for judgement.

Chuuya must have not blinked. Or hours must have past in a second. He didn’t really care.

When was there last time he’d let someone this close? He didn’t mind, if it was Yukihiko.

Yukihiko set his glass of wine down, quiet enough to not break whatever moment has just occurred. Then he slowly slides into Chuuya's lap.

Chuuya’s eyes mildly widened. “Hi.” He hummed, taking another sip of wine.

"Hi." He hums back, a small smile on his lips.

He reaches behind him to grab his glass and takes a sip of his own.

Chuuya didn’t protest.

He took another sip of wine. “Any reason?”

"For sitting in your lap? No, just felt like it. I can move though, if you're uncomfortable."

Chuuya’s hand came up to grip Yukihiko’s hip. “Don’t.” He muttered. “I’m not uncomfortable.”

Yukihiko felt his face heat up just a bit, but he couldn't tell if it was from the fact he was drunk or because of Chuuya.

"Then I won't."

Chuuya eased his grip, drinking the last of his wine.

Yukihiko finished the rest of his own glass as well and set it down once again. He could already feel his thoughts slowly losing complexity, so he'd have to take a break for a bit.

Chuuya’s hand stayed at Yukihiko’s waist, but barely touching him. “Glad you’re back.” He muttered. “From your trip. I missed the wine. And you, I guess.”

"How touching, it's not as if every moment spent in Germany was agonizing because I missed talking to you." Yukihiko mutters back, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh really?” Chuuya grinned a bit. “I’m flattered.”

Yukihiko flushes a brighter red and turns his head away.

"You better be."

Chuuya hummed. “You should stay the night.” He offered. “Both of us are drunk. Even though you live only a floor above, I doubt either of us would make it.”

"If you're offering, then I'll stay." Yukihiko replied, turning to look back at Chuuya. His face was still a bit flushed.

“Good.” Chuuya nodded. “You want the bed? I don’t mind. My couch is good too.”

"I couldn't, this is your home-! I couldn't make you sleep on the couch." Yukihiko pouted, crossing his arms like a little brat. A brat that was refusing to take the bed when it was obviously an option he'd take in other circumstances.

“Either we’re sharing or you’re taking the bed.” Chuuya said finally.

"Guess we're sharing then."

“Good. Good.”

"Only because I'm not letting you sleep on the couch in your own home."

Chuuya chuckled. “Sure.”

"Hmph."

“Come on, up.”

Chuuya picked Yukihiko up as he stood.

Yukihiko squeaked, and clung closer to Chuuya out of shock. He hadn't been expecting to be picked up, since he was quite tall and most definitely heavy. Oh who was he kidding, he was at last a quarter lighter than what he should be.

Chuuya easily walked to his room, depositing Yukihiko onto the bed, where he promptly flopped down as well.

Yukihiko curled up in the bed despite his earlier protests, only after he took down his hair and set his hairtie and sunglasses off to the side.

Chuuya just laid against the pillows, eyes closed.

Yukihiko closed his eyes as well and buried his face into the pillows with a quiet hum.

Chuuya fell asleep quickly, the wine in his system letting him doze off.

Sometime during the night, Chuuya had an arm around Yukihiko as he quietly snored.

For once, Yukihiko didn't wake up more than once. And the only time was when Chuuya made contact with him. For the rest of the time, he remained peacefully asleep.

Chuuya slept better than he had all week, his anger over Dazai’s disappearing act still simmered, but this calmed him, and he could almost feel Arahabaki’s rage quell for a moment. He cherished the silence it brought.

Yukihiko could say the same. He didn't have any nightmares and slept fully without waking up at all. It felt nice being able to sleep through the nice peacefully.

Chuuya woke the next morning, and promptly shut his eyes again. Too early.

Yukihiko usually woke up at the most ungodly hours possible; usually like three or four in the morning, so it was weird that when he woke up the alarm clock on Chuuya's bedside table read six. That was still too early, so he occupied himself by watching Chuuya sleep.

Around 7, Chuuya finally opened his eyes with a huff, grabbing his phone. “I don’t wanna work today…” he grumbled. “Should I call in?”

"Yes, you should. I'm already not expected to go to work due to the flight, join me so I won't be alone." Yukihiko had already been falling back asleep with his face comfortably pillowed in Chuuya's shoulder, but now he was mostly awake.

“Will do.”

After a quick call, which Chuuya didn’t even leave the bed for, he sighed, setting his phone somewhere on the bedside table and looking at Yukihiko. ”Comfy?” He teased.

"Very much. In my defense, you used me as a pillow first." Yukihiko hummed and finally moved, just barely though since he was still comfortable.

"Your bed is unfairly comfortable, what the hell?"

“Hey. Money. A good bed is something I always wanted. I’m not afraid to splurge on necessities.”

"My bed is comfortable too, but not like this."

Chuuya smirked. “Maybe you just had a better pillow then.”

"Or maybe because I didn't wake up very much last night."

“Fair, fair. That’s good. I’m glad.”

"And you? You seemed very comfortable using me as your body pillow while you slept."

Chuuya grinned. “You’re very comfortable. And you didn’t protest.” He paused.

“And you keep Arahabaki quiet.”

"Oh? I didn't think all I needed to do is lay here to quiet a petulant cat. Or would a dog work better? Only kidding, I'm happy to decrease your migraines and be a pillow if I get to wake up and see you look more rested and less like you want to murder someone."

Chuuya laughed. “Cat. Definitely a cat.” He pulled Yukihiko slightly closer. “I might take you up on that offer.”

"It's always up for the taking." Yukihiko smiled and took one of Chuuya's hands, holding it gently in his own.

"Especially if this is how I'll get to wake up, I definitely wouldn't complain."

“I wouldn’t either.”

Chuuya leaned slightly closer.

Yukihiko leaned a bit closer as well, tilting his head to the side curiously.

Chuuya kissed him lightly.

Yukihiko kissed back gently.

Chuuya pulled away after a moment. He watched Yukihiko’s face.

Yukihiko watched back curiously. "What was that for?"

“Wanted to.”

"Oh. Well then." Yukihiko kissed Chuuya briefly.

Chuuya kissed him back, chuckling slightly as he pulled away. “Your reason?”

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(Drinking buddies to lovers lmao)

Yukihiko smiled and walked inside the familiar apartment, setting the bottles of wine he brought on the counter and quickly making himself at home.

"So~ What have I missed from my favorite executive while I was away in Germany, hm?"

Chuuya eyed the bottles.

“You’re my favorite.” He decided.

“Not much,” he hummed. “Punched a few people, destroyed an organization with the Mackerel.” Chuuya shrugged. “How about you? Anything fun in Germany?”

"Beat up a couple guys, realized I like your taste in alcohol more than what I was being served, and now I'm finally back. And what better way to relax after speaking German for a three months and not sleeping decently than to get blackout drunk with my favorite person?"

Yukihiko sunk into one of the lounge chairs and crossed his legs, smiling slightly.

“Fuck yes.” Chuuya nodded, pulling out two glasses and pouring a decent amount of the bottle. “And I got more liquor, so drink.”

"You're the best." Yukihiko takes one of the glasses and sips from it, humming with contentment.

"I missed this holy fuck." Yukihiko smiles and drinks more, nearly half of his glass.

Chuuya flopped onto his couch. “Pick a seat. Wherever works.” He sighed, taking a big swig of the wine in his glass.

Yukihiko sat right next to Chuuya, a bit closer than usual but it wasn't too close to be a bother. Much. Was Yukihiko wearing a suit that matched Chuuya's-? No, he definitely was. When did that happen?

"Long day?"

Chuuya sighed, dragging a hand over his face. “…..Dazai’s gone.” He muttered, actually using his partner’s - well, former now - name. “Haven’t seen him in a week now. Damn man blew my car to smithereens.” Chuuya tried to sound angry. He really did. “He….fucking damnit. He left me.” Chuuya scowled.

Yukihiko's expression fell, though it was hard for him to really feel sympathy, he knew that this was probably hard for Chuuya.

Yukihiko thought about what to say for a moment. "A week, huh? You could've called me as soon as you realized. I would've been there as soon as I could."

"...God I'm terrible at this. It really fucking pisses me off on your behalf that he'd just up and leave like that and blow up your car."

Chuuya shook his head. “Who knows what he thinks half the time. Worst part? I wasn’t even here. I was off doing a job for Mori.”

Chuuya looked away. “Least he could’ve done was tell me.”

"I don't fully understand the relationship you two had, but if he didn't tell you, then it might've been because he knew you'd go after him, and he didn't want that." Yukihiko realized what he just said and flushed a bright cherry red.

"O-or something, I don't know." He quickly added on, feeling weirdly embarrassed. He took another swig from his glass.

Chuuya was quiet for a moment. “….Maybe.” He shrugged listlessly. He subconsciously scratched the back of his left hand, his black gloves abnormally absent. Red marks dotted and fairly twisted up his hand as he sighed.

Yukihiko noted the absence of the gloves, but he was fascinated by the marks. He's heard of Chuuya's ability and how it could cause such destruction, but he didn't think there would be lasting marks on Chuuya.

"Should you be scratching at those-?"

“What…..oh.” Chuuya glanced down at the marks, frowning. “Guess Arahabaki is restless too.” He muttered.

“It won’t kill me to scratch at them.” He shrugged.

Chuuya held up his hand a bit to see it better. “Guess I didn’t realize it had appeared.”

"Arahabaki-? Oh." Yukihiko nodded in understanding and tentatively traced the markings, mostly out of curiosity.

"They're quite attractive. To me, at least. I like them." He pulls his hand back and takes another swig of his drink, grimacing at hi own lack of self-control.

"Sorry, that probably isn't appropriate right now."

That cracked a grin on Chuuya’s face.

“Nah. I…it’s a good relief. I don’t mind. Really. If…you want, you can keep looking at them?”

Yukihiko looks a bit surprised but goes back to gently tracing the marks on Chuuya's hand, fascinated with the designs. He wondered if it would be weird if he got tattoos of the designs, and it probably would be.

He took another drink from his glass, emptying it completely. He set the now-empty glass down somewhere and went back to focusing on his new little fixation.

“More?” Chuuya gestured to his glass with his free hand.

Said free hand also had markings on it, slightly different than the other hand. These looked a bit more like a godly eye than just symbols.

Yukihiko stared at the marking for a moment, entranced. When he realized what Chuuya had said he nodded quickly. "Oh- Yes, please."

Chuuya took his hand back to pour a new bottle of wine into their glasses, before silently offering Yukihiko his other hand, the one he hadn’t been observing.

Yukihiko blinked and took it, leaning a bit against Chuuya to get a better look at the details as he traced the marks. He held his refilled glass in his other hand, absently sipping it in random intervals.

Chuuya just hummed, drinking his own wine.

"I didn't realize they could just show up like that. Wait why aren't you wearing your gloves-?" Yukihiko glanced up at Chuuya curiously.

“Huh? Oh….” He shrugged. “I don’t wear them to sleep.” This felt…nice. It soothed the constant screaming of Arahabaki in his mind, which only Dazai had been able to do with No Longer Human. Chuuya decided he liked this.

"Oh. I probably ruined that, didn't I?" Yukihiko felt weirdly soothed as well. When he had gotten off his flight he had so much to do regarding intel he had gathered, but now he could just lay here and drink away the day with his favorite coworker.

Yukihiko decided he liked this as well. A lot, actually.

“Well, I didn’t mind, really.” Chuuya muttered. “It was…more than welcome, really.”

"Oh. Then you're welcome." Yukihiko smiled and took another sip of his wine. It was stronger than usual, so he was already beginning to get a bit tipsy.

Chuuya downed his own glass, pouring another glass as he sighed.

“I appreciate the wine.” He said dryly. “Seriously.”

"Of course! I don't really have anyone to drink it with besides my older brother, but he's busy with his husband. I don't wanna bother him."

Yukihiko rested his head on Chuuya's shoulder tenderly, not fully certain if he could let his guard entirely down.

“He’s married? Sounds cool.” Chuuya didn’t make him move. “My….brother, I guess you could call him, lost his husband.” Chuuya paused. “Sorry that just sounds really bad…”

"My brother's husband is quite shy and honestly deserves better than the egotistic man my brother is.." Yukihiko took another sip of his wine.

"I didn't know you had a brother."

Chuuya sighed.

“I do and I don’t. We aren’t blood related, but he sees himself as my ‘older brother’.” He took a sip of wine as well. “For the longest time I told him to shove it, but…at this point it’s not unwelcome.”

"Well that makes more sense. It's nice having an older sibling sometimes, but they can smother you too much and it becomes unbearable. At least you weren't raised by yours to be exactly like him."

Chuuya nodded silently. “Yeah….hard growing up to be like anybody when my first memories are of labs.” He said dryly, as if he hadn’t just dropped that.

Yukihiko blinked, staring at Chuuya with disbelief. "Pardon-? You were what-? I can't even remember most of my childhood memories. My first memories were being chased with a hatchet? Even then, a lab??"

Chuuya made a face. “A hatchet? Really?” He shook his head. “Yeah the lab…..they were studying Arahabaki.” Chuuya grew quiet, before continued, taking a sip of wine. The drinker he was for this the better. “So yeah, I was a lab rat, really. Until they went too far and I kinda exploded the lab and then joined the sheep.” He shrugged.

Yukihiko nodded as he listened, taking a large sip of the rest of his wine and refilling the glass.

"It's a long story for me but my father didn't want me and let my elder brother take care of me when I turned four or five. When I turned seven my brother told me to run away from home as fast as I could and that he would meet up with me in the city. Father found out and told me that if I was going to be ungrateful and run away, he was going to kill me instead. Brother shot him with the gun Father used for hunting and we left as fast as we could."

Yukihiko paused and swirled the wine in his glass. "At least that's what he told me and what I gathered from my delightfully recurring nightmares."

Chuuya stared, a little too intently, then chuckled. “Shit, sounds horrible.” He shook his head. “Then again, we wouldn’t be in the Port Mafia if we were ever normal.”

"Not as bad as yours, holy hell." Yukihiko laughs as well and takes another drink from his glass.

"I'm beginning to think no one in the Port Mafia is normal."

“The quicker you accept that, the better you’ll do here.” Chuuya hummed, leaning over to grab the wine bottle, unknowingly having to lean closer to Yukihiko to do so.

Yukihiko nodded in agreement and leaned back a bit for Chuuya to reach the bottle easier, drinking the rest of his glass and holding his glass up with a bit of a pout. Out of all the ways to ask for a refill, it was the most surprising one to come from the same man who never hesitated to speak his mind.

“I gotcha.” Chuuya refilled Yukihiko’s glass as well. “Ugh I might be off work tomorrow with a fucking hangover with all this wine but who gives a shit?”

Yukihiko smiles and takes a sip from his refilled glass. He's beginning to lose count of how many glasses he's had by now.

"I hear you, I already get a day or two off to readjust my schedule and to sleep properly. But why do that when I've got a handsome coworker living a floor beneath my apartment, hm?"

Chuuya raised a brow. “I don’t suppose you might mean me, eh?” He grinned a bit. “Right back at you. Thanks for stopping by, I needed this.”

"Of course. I'd never refuse being around you." Yukihiko hides a small, adoring smile by taking another sip of his drink.

"As for your car, I can buy you a new one, if you'll let me?"

“I couldn’t make you do that,” Chuuya protested. “I got plenty money. No need to spend you own!”

"You'd be doing me a favor, I don't know what to do with the money I have," Yukihiko replies. "I like giving gifts to people I don't feel like murdering. Those are also known as friends, so I've heard."

“….Fine. Only! Only if you let me get something for you.” Chuuya said, holding up a finger. “Has to be something you want. Name it.”

"Very well, I want a rifle and a necklace." Yukihiko smiles, leaning forward enough that he might as well just sit in Chuuya's lap with how clingy he's been.

Chuuya was drunk. He didn’t get there easily, but he knew he was drunk. Though he was still pretty cognitive. He nodded. “Done.”

He welcomed the closeness. “Any preference on what kinda necklace? Length?”

Yukihiko smiled and took another sip from his glass. He leaned in a bit more. He has a bit less of an alcohol tolerance, but he was also mostly cognitive and capable of complex thought.

"Surprise me, I'd like to see how much you know me. You're free to ask colleagues, too. But I doubt they'll give you much of an answer."

“Got it.” Chuuya nodded, staring at him intently. His eyes were pretty.

What?

Funny, Yukihiko thought the same. Chuuya's eyes were just so vibrant, like the sea.

Yukihiko decided that he'd like to drown, if given the chance. He'd like to drown in Chuuya's gaze bare his soul for judgement.

Chuuya must have not blinked. Or hours must have past in a second. He didn’t really care.

When was there last time he’d let someone this close? He didn’t mind, if it was Yukihiko.

Yukihiko set his glass of wine down, quiet enough to not break whatever moment has just occurred. Then he slowly slides into Chuuya's lap.

Chuuya’s eyes mildly widened. “Hi.” He hummed, taking another sip of wine.

"Hi." He hums back, a small smile on his lips.

He reaches behind him to grab his glass and takes a sip of his own.

Chuuya didn’t protest.

He took another sip of wine. “Any reason?”

"For sitting in your lap? No, just felt like it. I can move though, if you're uncomfortable."

Chuuya’s hand came up to grip Yukihiko’s hip. “Don’t.” He muttered. “I’m not uncomfortable.”

Yukihiko felt his face heat up just a bit, but he couldn't tell if it was from the fact he was drunk or because of Chuuya.

"Then I won't."

Chuuya eased his grip, drinking the last of his wine.

Yukihiko finished the rest of his own glass as well and set it down once again. He could already feel his thoughts slowly losing complexity, so he'd have to take a break for a bit.

Chuuya’s hand stayed at Yukihiko’s waist, but barely touching him. “Glad you’re back.” He muttered. “From your trip. I missed the wine. And you, I guess.”

"How touching, it's not as if every moment spent in Germany was agonizing because I missed talking to you." Yukihiko mutters back, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh really?” Chuuya grinned a bit. “I’m flattered.”

Yukihiko flushes a brighter red and turns his head away.

"You better be."

Chuuya hummed. “You should stay the night.” He offered. “Both of us are drunk. Even though you live only a floor above, I doubt either of us would make it.”

"If you're offering, then I'll stay." Yukihiko replied, turning to look back at Chuuya. His face was still a bit flushed.

“Good.” Chuuya nodded. “You want the bed? I don’t mind. My couch is good too.”

"I couldn't, this is your home-! I couldn't make you sleep on the couch." Yukihiko pouted, crossing his arms like a little brat. A brat that was refusing to take the bed when it was obviously an option he'd take in other circumstances.

“Either we’re sharing or you’re taking the bed.” Chuuya said finally.

"Guess we're sharing then."

“Good. Good.”

"Only because I'm not letting you sleep on the couch in your own home."

Chuuya chuckled. “Sure.”

"Hmph."

“Come on, up.”

Chuuya picked Yukihiko up as he stood.

Yukihiko squeaked, and clung closer to Chuuya out of shock. He hadn't been expecting to be picked up, since he was quite tall and most definitely heavy. Oh who was he kidding, he was at last a quarter lighter than what he should be.

Chuuya easily walked to his room, depositing Yukihiko onto the bed, where he promptly flopped down as well.

Yukihiko curled up in the bed despite his earlier protests, only after he took down his hair and set his hairtie and sunglasses off to the side.

Chuuya just laid against the pillows, eyes closed.

Yukihiko closed his eyes as well and buried his face into the pillows with a quiet hum.

Chuuya fell asleep quickly, the wine in his system letting him doze off.

Sometime during the night, Chuuya had an arm around Yukihiko as he quietly snored.