nealuchi | to pen these things

Title: to pen these things
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Chuuya, Dazai
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Dazai
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 350
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya gets a surprising birthday present from Dazai.
Notes:

If you asked Chuuya what he thought his birthday present from his boyfriend was going to be, he’d probably say booze or books. Those are the most obvious gifts to get him, and Chuuya isn’t one to ask for anything particularly expensive. It’s for the best, really, since Dazai’s constantly broke anyway.

But Dazai’s been fidgety all day, more so than usual, which means that his present is something he’s worried won’t go over well.

“Oi, peach blossom boy.” As soon as they’re alone together, Chuuya decides he’s had enough of the awkward atmosphere. “Whatever you got me, it can’t be that bad. Unless you forgot to get me anything?”

“It’s not that! It’s just…” Dazai can’t meet Chuuya’s eyes. “…I wrote you a poem.”

“…You. Wrote me a poem?”

Dazai is a novelist and a short story author, a man with a wide range in terms of genre, but he doesn’t do poetry. He’s never even attempted poetry, as far as Chuuya knows.

And Chuuya… reads novels as much as anyone else does, probably more than the average person, but the language of his heart is poetry.

Dazai nods. “I know it’s not nearly as good as your stuff, but…”

“Most full-time poets aren’t as good as me, I’m not expecting you to be.” Chuuya has never been one for modesty, but in this moment that would just stress Dazai out more anyway. “Let me see it.”

Dazai hands him an envelope, and Chuuya opens it up.

It’s…

It’s okay. There’s not much sense of rhythm and the structure is fairly standard and boring, but it’s not bad or anything. It’s a thoroughly average love poem.

But at the same time, Dazai, who’s never written a poem before and knows he can’t compare, wrote him a poem. Because he thought it would be a more meaningful gift than booze or someone else’s books.

That makes Chuuya’s cheeks redden more than any beautiful composition ever could.

“…It’s fine, I guess.” Chuuya pulls the brim of his hat down over his face, and even that doesn’t block out Dazai’s smile.