"Dazai! Hurry up!" Atsushi yells from the other room, flinging a hoodie over his white shirt.

"There's no need to rush, Atsushi," Dazai says, reclining his feet on the chair in front of him.

"Dazaaaaii." Atsushi whines, shaking Dazai's shoulders. "I wanna go see Aku."

"We have enough time," Dazai sighs, closing his eyes.

"I can't afford to miss his tenth concert and neither can you! Chuuya's waiting too, you know."

Dazai's eyes open slightly at the mention of Chuuya's name as he suppresses a smile. Seeing Chuuya sing again would make his day, but he wasn't sure if the redhead would appreciate it if Dazai went to his concert. After all, he did almost embarrass Chuuya in front of a whole crowd...

"Hmmm. You go on first," Dazai hums, placing his arms behind his head.

"If this is about what happened last time, I'm sure Chuuya has forgiven you for it."

Dazai stays silent and Atsushi groans in irritation.

"It's one-thirty! Their performance starts at two!" Atsushi exasperates, throwing his arms up to the ceiling.

"Alright, alright." Dazai heaves a sigh, standing up from the chair. "Throw me my jacket, would you?"

Atsushi grins in triumph, tossing Dazai's signature brown lapel coat at the black-haired man.

"Great! I'll tell them that we're on our way!" Atsushi whips out his cell phone while he exits out the door.

However, Dazai snatches the device before Atsushi can even press a button.

"Let it be a surprise," Dazai says, a smile flitting across his lips.

"Eh? Why?" Atsushi replies just as Dazai hails a cab.

"Why not?" Dazai grins as he enters the vehicle, beckoning Atsushi to follow him.

"Where to?" The driver asks.

"The port. And can you please make it quick? We're kind of on a tight schedule here."

"Yeah, thanks to you." Atushi rolls his eyes.

Dazai only smiles, turning his head toward the window. The buildings pass by them in a blur and before Dazai knows it, the cab jolts to a stop near the harbor.

Atsushi and Dazai climb out of the cab, dashing toward the crowd. They were right on time for the spotlights have just turned on, pointing directly at the velvet curtains.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Bungou Stray Dogs!" The announcer calls through the microphone as the curtains rise, revealing a redhead, black-haired man, and a black-haired girl.

"YEAAAAAAH! LET'S GO AKUUUUU!" Atsushi yells into Dazai's year, nearly deafening the poor man.

The people on stage are Akutagawa, the guitarist, Gin, Akutagawa's sister and the percussion, and Chuuya, the lead singer.

Their current concert is a performance of their latest song, Deadly Drive, from their newest album, Tales of the Lost.

The crowd starts screaming as soon as Akutagawa starts strumming on his instrument, setting the beat. Chuuya's mouth opens and the first notes echo through the place. Soon after, Gin starts drumming, and the intensity of the song catches the crowd's attention, causing them to roar even louder.

Dazai stands near the screaming Atsushi, his heart suddenly fluttering rapidly as he watches Chuuya sing his heart out in that flamboyant attire he's wearing.

The music stops with a final strum and beat from Akutagawa and Gin, officially ending the song. Chuuya is out of breath, but Dazai can see the triumph in his gaze as the crowd cheers until their lungs are raw.

With a bow, the three members of the band disappear behind the velvet curtains once more.

"It's time to use our backstage passes, don't you think?" Dazai asks Atsushi. "We need to congratulate them after all."

Atsushi nods, his face flushed because of his fanboying.

But to be honest, Dazai only wants to use his backstage pass to steal Chuuya from his admiring fans.

As if on cue, just as Dazai and Atsushi arrive at the shadowy part of the stage, two girls push past them and plant themselves in front of Chuuya.

"U-uh," one of the girls blushes, averting her gaze as Chuuya turns around.

"Hm?"

"Please take this!" She shouts, thrusting a bouquet of flowers in front of the redhead's face.

Chuuya blinks in surprise before responding with a sweet smile.

A twinge of jealousy makes its way into Dazai's heart, and his hands twitch. Although he was happy that Chuuya had fans who admired him, it always triggered him when they, especially females, came up to him and gave him a gift.

As the polite person he was in public, Chuuya would always give them a friendly smile, one that Dazai wanted for himself.

"Thank you," Chuuya says, clutching the flowers.

The girl is speechless, a blush covering her cheekbones.

Aaand, that was it. Nope. Dazai couldn't handle any more of this.

"Excuse me," Dazai swiftly makes his way to Chuuya's side, placing a protective arm around the shorter male's shoulders. "Would you mind if I stole my boyfriend now?"

Dazai internally smirks as he watches the smile slip from the girls' faces, replaced by utter confusion.

"Of-Of course!" The girl responds, grabbing her friend by the wrist. They vanish back into the crowd, much to Dazai's satisfaction.

"What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing?!" Chuuya stomps on Dazai's foot, proceeding to punch the other in the shoulder.

Dazai dodges the blow easily, sliding backward.

"Aw. Chuuya's not glad to see me," Dazai coos.

"Shut the fuck up. Why'd you say I was your boyfriend?!" Chuuya hisses.

"Because you are," Dazai says frankly. "And I thought you'd respond differently this time. I guess not." He shrugs.

"Cut your bullshit. What do you want, you bastard?"

"Go on a date with me."

Chuuya stiffens in shock, his eyes widening.

"Wha- What? Now?"

"Why not? I like your outfit for this concert. It really suits you." Dazai draws a finger down Chuuya's black jacket sleeve, sending shivers down his spine.

The redhead slaps Dazai's hand away, a scowl planted on his lips.

"You're so fun to tease," Dazai laughs, taking Chuuya's black hat and placing it on his head.

"Hey! Give it back!" Chuuya jumps up in a feeble attempt to retrieve his hat.

"Agree to the date first, then I'll give it back."

"Fuck you."

"Is that a yes or a no?"

Chuuya clicks his tongue, creasing his eyebrows.

"Fine."

"There we go. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"  Dazai places the hat on Chuuya's head again.

"Let me change first. Then I'll go."

Dazai grabs Chuuya's coat, yanking him backward.

"Nope. You're staying in this outfit, and that's final."

"But the paparazzi-"

"No. I like it, so you have to deal with it."

Dazai smiles smugly, placing a finger beneath Chuuya's chin, tilting the male's head upward.

"Besides, if you were to take it off, at least let me do it for you~"

A sharp pain erupts in his skull as Chuuya axe kicks him on the head, but Dazai only laughs it off.

"In your dreams, you little fucker."

~

"What's the matter Chuuya? You look quite disturbed." Dazai plays innocent, swirling the coffee in his mug as he stares at Chuuya beneath his eyelashes.

"You'd be disturbed if half of this cafe is looking at you because they know that you're the lead singer of a popular rock band." Chuuya snorts.

"Then I'll make them stop looking at you. Would that make you feel better? I don't like anyone staring at you anyway, so it wouldn't be much of a hassle."

"You idiot." Chuuya aggressively drinks his milk tea. "That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"You know what I mean," Chuuya says in a low voice, tugging on his hat. "I think someone's watching."

The smile on Dazai's face fades as he notices a glint out of his peripheral vision. He squints and is able to make out the shape of a camera in the nearby bushes.

Immediately, he knows who and what it is.

Paparazzi.

And Dazai hates paparazzi as much as he hates dogs. They often target Chuuya, and on multiple occasions, Dazai has to raise a hand against them to stop them from tailing Chuuya wherever he went.

Without a second glance at the paparazzo's hiding place, Dazai takes Chuuya's hand, dragging him out of his seat.

"Act normal," Dazai whispers.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?!"

Dazai exits the cafe quickly, his hand clamped tightly around Chuuya's. Even without looking back, Dazai can sense the photographer tailing them.

"Dazai! Slow down!" Chuuya hisses under his breath.

Slow down? Was he walking too fast? This was a normal pace for him, though.

"Slow down!" Chuuya repeats again, practically running to keep up with Dazai. "I- I'm fucking shorter than you! I have shorter legs!"

Dazai nearly laughs, but his objective is focused more on getting Chuuya out of this situation than teasing the redhead about his height.

"Get some roller skates. We don't have all day."

"Where the fuck would I find roller skates?!"

Dazai pulls Chuuya into a nearby shop, his grip still relatively strong as he browses through the aisles.

Much to his luck, he finds a pair of skates, which were Chuuya's exact size.

"Here," he flings the skates to Chuuya, who caught it with an open mouth. Dazai hastily pays for the shoes, then darts out the door when Chuuya finishes placing on the roller blades.

"Dazai, you fucking idiot. How am I supposed to walk in these?" Chuuya's legs are wobbly, and he looks like he can fall at any second.

"Just hold on to my sleeve."

Chuuya's gloves hands obediently clutch at Dazai's coat.

"He's still there," Chuuya says.

Dazai starts walking faster, taking Chuuya by surprise.

"I can't roll that fast! Are you out of your mind? I'll fall!" Chuuya's hands move from Dazai's sleeve, now wrapping themselves around Dazai's arm.

"Hey!" Someone calls from beside Dazai as he walks down the road. "Isn't that Chuuya Nakahara?"

Shit.

The people on the sidewalks turn to the duo, and their faces brighten as they recognize Chuuya.

Cameras and phones are taken out. In a matter of seconds, people are snapping photos of the redhead, throwing questions and comments at the singer.

Knowing that Chuuya wouldn't be able to keep up to him with this many people around, Dazai scoops the redhead into his arms.

"Wha-?" Chuuya's breath hitches as Dazai sprints down the sidewalk as fast as his legs can carry him.

The paparazzi follow behind stubbornly until Dazai bolted into a hidden convenience store, breathing heavily. 

"Let me down." Chuuya commands after the mob of people are gone.

"Why should I?" Dazai smirks, licking his lips.

"Because I said so."

"But it's so easy to take advantage of this situation."

"What do you-"

Dazai leans down, sealing Chuuya's lips with his and muffling the other's sentence. Evidently, Chuuya is stunned, but eventually, he returns the kiss.

Flash!

Dazai releases Chuuya's lips as the redhead whips his head toward the convenience store window. Outside is a photographer, who has just taken a photo of them sharing a kiss.

"What the- Did you just-" Chuuya blubbers. "Did you intentionally lead him here on purpose?!"

Dazai chuckles, kissing Chuuya's forehead.

"Of course I did."

"You son of a bitch."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"I fucking hate you."

"You know you love me."

"Just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean that I love you."

Dazai chortles, earning a scowl from Chuuya.

"Whatever you say~"

Chuuya sticks up both his middle fingers in response.