"Chuuya."

Chuuya feels something soft hit his arm. He turns his head and sees his lover lightly headbutting him.

"It's late."

Chuuya knows what that means. He sighs and unties his ponytail. "Alright, let me get my shit."

Chuuya enters their bathroom and opens his cupboard of salts and oils. Searching through, he takes out a couple oils and his already open jar of bath salt. He turns on the water and let's his clawfoot tub fill. Thanks to his high salary from being a mafia executive, he can afford to splurge on such products. Although he tends to do so without Dazai, who's jaw drops at the prices Chuuya is willing to pay for salts and oils.

The brunette sticks his head in the doorway. Chuuya can tell from the amount of the man he can see that he is getting ready for their bath. "Remember to put in bubble bath this time!"

"Yes, yes, Dazai. I will."

"Because you didn't last time! I was so excited to float around in the bubbly water, only for there to be no—"

"Shush or I'm saving this bath for myself."

Dazai sticks out his lower lip. "Chuuya's so mean..."

When the taller leaves the doorway, the shorter grabs the bottle of bubble bath and pours it into the filling tub, watching the bubbles form. Chuuya is not that fond of bubbles in his evening bath. But if that's what his boyfriend wants, that's what his boyfriend will get.

He turns off the water, and pours in the salts and oils. After doing such, he puts them away, and then neatly takes off his clothes, exiting the bathroom to fold them neatly and put them on his dresser.

"Hm hm, I take it the bath is ready? Or does Chuuya want to put on a show for me first?"

Chuuya groans at the words he hears, and turns around to face the man who said them. He has a snarky comeback, but chokes on it upon seeing Dazai standing there, leaning against the door, in nothing—not even his bandages.

Dazai without his bandages is something Chuuya does not think he'll ever get used to. Dazai had always been so private about his body, what he hid beneath the white cloth he always wore. But when he's with Chuuya, he seems more comfortable to take them off. Which Chuuya is grateful for. Every bit of Dazai is beautiful. Even—no, especially his scars.

Dazai laughs. "I'd tell you to stop undressing me with your eyes, but I'm already—"

"Yeah, yeah. Shush. Come on, let's take our bath."

Chuuya walks over to the brunette and takes him by the hand, dragging him into the bathroom, in no mood to waste time. Chuuya climbs into the sudsy bath, and Dazai joins him.

Dazai has this habit of taking up the entire volume of the tub with his body—not that Chuuya minds all that much. He has the brunette's head resting against his chest and gets to watch him play with the bubbles, which is perfect enough for him.

Chuuya smiles and weaves his wet hand into Dazai's hair, massaging his scalp and at the same time making sure to clean that messy mop upon his boyfriend's head.

"Your hair is so soft."

Dazai smiles and closes his eyes, still fiddling with the ball of bubbles he has crafted. "It's because you oh so lovingly wash it for me every night~"

Chuuya chuckles as he uses his free hand to twine his fingers with Dazai's. "That is true. You'd be dead without me."

Dazai laughs at that, because he knows it's true. Normally such a subject would cause them pain, but today, it was laughable. Chuuya knows Dazai is happy. Dazai knows Chuuya will keep him happy. That's all that matters.

"I love you, Chuuya."

Chuuya closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of vanilla from his oils, and drinking in this moment. This exact moment replayed every evening, but he could never ever tire of it.

Chuuya could never tire of any moment, as long as he's with Dazai.

"I love you, too."