Chuuya was requested to take a night shift and close up the shop. He's picking up all the abandoned mugs and bringing them to the sink, when he hears the entrance bells ring.

"I'm sorry, we're closed--"

He sees a familiar brunette standing in the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"You had an irregular shift. I was coming to make sure you were alright. I was disappointed to come down here and not be able to harass my favorite barista~"

"Shush."

Chuuya goes around and exits the counter to grab more discarded mugs. However, his game plan is interrupted by Dazai coming closer, pressing their bodies together. The taller's hand cradles the shorter's chin as he gazes into his eyes.

"I've been thinking about you all day."

Dazai feels heat run up his spine as he continues to hold Chuuya close. Just going one day without seeing his beloved barista was unbearable.

"I missed you, mon petit barista."

Chuuya presses his waist against the brunette affectionately. He twines his fingers with his own and closes his eyes, feeling nothing but warmth.

"I missed you, too. Sorry to worry you; Boss gave me the night shift today."

Dazai, presses his cheek against the top of Chuuya's head, feeling his soft, fiery locks hug his face. It was warm.

"Can I kiss you?"

Chuuya leans his head back so Dazai falls. He looks him in the eyes with a smirk.

"You better."

In one swift motion, Dazai cradles Chuuya and lifts him onto the counter, leaning in towards him, putting his hands on each side beside the redhead and moving closer until there was no space between them.

At this action, Chuuya wraps his arms around Dazai's neck and laughs. His laugh, melodious, later fades into cooes as Dazai presses his lips against his. They taste like iced tea and longing.

"Dazai..."

Chuuya mumbles against Dazai's lips.

"What if Boss walks in? I can't let him see me...slacking off like this when the shop should be locked up by now..."

Chuuya feels Dazai's lips curve into a smile.

"So what? If your boss can't understand that you have love you need to release, then he needs to read a book on how to feel."

At that note, Chuuya silences, losing himself in Dazai. But that was okay. Dazai felt good.

He stayed at the shop two hours longer than he would've wanted to, but to be able to see his dear brunette after a long day, it was worth it.