First kisses were very commonly awkward.

They were more a learning curve than anything. Not very romantic. Especially when it was sudden.

This was not the case for Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara; Double Black.

Dazai and Chuuya had been in separate rooms. Dazai was listening to his music, Chuuya was reading.

However, unlike usual, Dazai was having trouble getting into the music. He couldn't absorb it like he ordinarily could.

Which was strange, until he realized why.

He didn't want to think those dark thoughts at that moment. He wasn't feeling depressed or suicidal for once.

He was happy.

And he knew exactly why.

He went to Chuuya and stared at him for a bit, watching him read, leaning back on the couch, at peace.

As much as Dazai loved messing with Chuuya, he enjoyed seeing him in a calm state.

As if finding yourself lost in a thrush, and seeing a mermaid.

Dazai leaned over the top of the couch and stared at Chuuya, a smile on his face.

It did not take long for Chuuya to notice his partner's presence.

Chuuya put his book down, sat up, and turned to face Dazai. "What do you want?" Chuuya said in an exasperated tone.

Dazai lightly rested a hand under Chuuya's chin, gently grazing his lip with his thumb.

"May I?" he asked.

Chuuya knew what he wanted.

"Yeah, sure, go on ahead," Chuuya said nonchalantly.

Dazai tilted Chuuya's head up and pressed his lips to his softly. A lot softer than Chuuya expected.

He had only watched Dazai kiss before; watched him sink to the ground and kiss the hands of women he happened to come across, and put them under his spell (until he ruined the moment by making a request of a double suicide).

And now Chuuya understood why all those girls swooned when Dazai did such things.
But this was better. He never kissed their lips.

That was only for Chuuya.

Dazai broke away, much to Chuuya's dismay. He did not want it to end.

Not that he would tell Dazai that.

Dazai smiled at his red-faced partner. "You're so pretty, Chuuya," he cooed.

Chuuya looked away and mumbled, "Shut up."
Dazai chuckled a little, then turned Chuuya's face back to face his own.

"May I again?" he asked.

"You don't have to ask every time, idiot," Chuuya informed Dazai.

Dazai laughed as he pressed their lips together once more.