Chapter Text
This was truly embarrassing..
Class was going on a school trip, to an art museum. The teacher said that the bus seats were for two. Chuuya looked at his ‘friends' direction, they sat far from him in class, so it shouldn't be a surprise that they already decided to sit with another person, even if it was predictable it wasn't any less painful. At the end, he were obliged to sit with the strange kid.
He was in the bus at his side, his name was Osamu Dazai, if you recalled correctly. Chuuya was looking at his phone, without paying him attention, trying to shut the world out, to not have to see his stupid face or hear his friends laugh. Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder, there he was, sleeping and leaning on Chuuya, as if he hadn't already been pushed away by everyone when he got remotely close.
“…the fuck?”
Dazai continued to sleep peacefully without knowing Chuuya’s reaction, he must've been tired, it was the only answer Chuuya could have found for why he was suddenly so comfortable to fall asleep on a stranger shoulder, especially when Chuuya was well aware of his 'reputation' in school.
At that exact moment, he suddenly turned in his sleep and accidentally headbutted Chuuya right in the chin. He didn’t even wake up from it, just mumbled something and nuzzled further into his shoulder like a particularly annoying cat.
Meanwhile, across the aisle, one of Chuuya’s so-called friends snickered loudly before pretending to cough.
Chuuya was getting annoyed. He put his headphones on, blasting music on full volume.
Dazai for his part, remained asleep and blissfully unaware of how much he was pissing Chuuya off. He even decided to throw in a cute sigh as his nose nuzzled against his collarbone.
Just when Chuuya thought he couldn't possibly get any more shameless, Dazai’s hand twitched, fingers curling slightly against Chuuya’s sleeve like a sleepy kitten kneading dough. A faint, contented hum escaped him as if Chuuya’s suffering was the world's comfiest pillow.
His music couldn’t drown out the quiet snort from his "friend" two rows back.
He shifted in his sleep again, this time, managing to slide deeper into the gap between Chuuya’s shoulder and collarbone like a puzzle piece. His head was practically cradled in the crook of Chuuya’s neck now, and his breath was warm and soft against his skin. Occasionally, he would make these quiet little sounds, soft sighs, almost purring, like he was having the best dream of his life. He was starting to attract the attention and giggles of some of the students around them.
The bus was still filled with whispers and hushed snickers, the other students taking in the scene before them: the resident weirdo using Chuuya like a personal pillow. But Dazai remained completely oblivious, lost in his peaceful dreamland. He stirred against Chuuya, making a soft, disgruntled sound before pressing his face against his neck. The sound of suppressed laughter from Chuuyas friends was growing louder and louder.
“What’s so funny huh?”
His classmates flinched at being called out. One of his 'friends', a girl named Yuan, tried to put on an innocent face.
”Oh! It's just.. well, that Dazai kid.. I mean, the way he's clinging to you.. It's pretty funny, you have to admit that!”
“Shut up”
Another one of them snickered again. Shirase couldn't help himself from throwing in a playful insult.
”Yeah, he's got no shame. Using you like a personal body pillow... Seriously, it's hilarious!”
“And what exactly is your problem?”
Yuan joined back into the conversation, giggling behind her hand.
”No problem, just laughing at how you’re stuck with the school's freak. I mean, did you see how he just passed out on your shoulder? That's some serious audacity, don't you think?”
“Mind your own business”
Shirase shrugged, clearly not one to be deterred by Chuuyas attitude.
”Hey, relax, we're just poking some fun. Not our fault it's so funny to see you with the class weirdo glued to you like a koala. Just a little joke, lighten up a bit.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes and put his headphones back on.
With the music blasting in his ears again, he could faintly hear Yuan snort from across the aisle before turning back to whisper-gossiping with her friends. Meanwhile, Dazai, completely undisturbed by the chaos around him, suddenly shifted slightly in his sleep. One of his hands flopped limply onto Chuuya’s lap like a dead fish before twitching slightly.
He mumbled something incoherently again, his face scrunching up in what almost looked like a pout. He nuzzled his head against Chuuya’s shoulder more insistently, his hair tickling his neck. His hand that was now laying on redhead’s lap curled, fingertips brushing against the fabric of his trousers.
As if the whole scene wasn't already embarrassing enough, Dazai had to go and make things worse. He let out a long sigh against Chuuya’s neck, his warm breath sending more tingles down his spine. His fingers gently, almost absently, started tracing little circles on redhead’s hip.
His friends were really enjoying this now, whispering and giggling amongst themselves like a bunch of schoolgirls.
The bus suddenly lurched over a bump, jostling everyone in their seats, including Dazai, who finally stirred awake with a groggy mumble. He blinked lazily, still half-trapped in the haze of sleep, his cheek smushed against Chuuya’s shoulder as he peered up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
”…Five more minutes...” Dazai’s voice was raspy with sleep, thick like honey, completely unaware of the mortifying position he'd put Chuuya in (or maybe just too tired to care). His fingers absently curled against Chuuya’s hip again.
Chuuya elbowed him “Wake up.”
Dazai made an indignant noise at the unexpected jab to his side but slowly, reluctantly, raised his head from Chuuya’s shoulder.
”Ugh... Wha—?”
He looked groggy and disoriented, his dark hair sticking up messily around his face. He glanced around, as if slowly realizing the state he'd landed himself in.
His gaze fell back to him, the confusion on his face mixed with a hint of embarrassment.
”Oh... Sorry. Did I...?”
Chuuya scoffed. “Yes you did, now get up. We’re already here.”
Dazai finally seemed to register his surroundings. His head was still heavy with sleep, but the realization of what happened slowly dawned on him. He sat up abruptly, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand.
”Uh... Sorry about that.” His voice was still thick with drowsiness. “Guess I must've been more tired than I thought...”
He stretched slightly before glancing out the window at their destination, the art museum standing grandly in front of them.
”Well, time to go see some fancy paintings or whatever.” he said casually, as if he hadn't just spent half an hour treating Chuuya like a human pillow in front of everyone.
As they both gathered their things and started to follow the flow of students getting off the bus, a few snickers from outside caught Chuuya’s attention. His friends were waiting for him, their faces split into knowing grins.
Yuan couldn't help but remark,
”Well, well, looks who finally decided to join us. I see you and Dazai got real comfortable back there, huh?”
“Yuan why won’t you just shut up?”
Yuan’s smirk faltered for half a second before she scoffed, tossing her hair with an exaggerated eye roll.
”Ooooh, touchy. Somebody’s defensive. Did we hit a nerve? Or were you just enjoying the cuddle session too much?”
Her posse of friends immediately dissolved into giggles behind their hands, shooting Chuuya smug glances. Dazai still stretching like an unconcerned cat blinked at the interaction before lazily shoving his hands in his pockets and wandering off toward the museum entrance.
“I didn’t! Plus its none of your fucking problem, go and mind your own business, would ya?”
“Alright, settle down!”
The teacher’s voice cut through like a warning bell as they marched over with hands on hips. “We’re here for art and culture, not drama. Move along before I start assigning extra essays.”
Yuan shot him one last glare before stomping off with her group in tow. Dazai now several feet ahead, paused mid-yawn to glance back at the scene like it was some mildly entertaining soap opera he wasn't invested in.
"...Huh." he mused, “Didn't take you for the type to snap like that." His tone carried vague amusement, though his expression remained unreadable beneath heavy-lidded disinterest.
Dazai, hands still stuffed in his pockets, watched him walk off with a slight tilt of his head, like he found Chuuya’s silent dismissal more intriguing than the earlier argument. After a beat, he casually fell into step beside him anyway, seemingly unbothered by his clear desire to be left alone.
”...So,” he started, voice laced with lazy amusement. “you really hate people sticking their noses where they don’t belong... but what if I stick mine right here?”
He leaned in suddenly too close, his hazel eye glinting mischievously as he invaded Chuuya’s personal space again.
“Listen, I’m really not in the mood to deal with you right now”
Dazai scoffed, undeterred by his frosty demeanor. He simply raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lip tugging up into a half-smile.
”Ooh, grouchy today, huh?" he chuckled. "And here I thought you'd be in a much better mood after our cozy little nap back there...”
Chuuya stopped, turned around to face him and yanked him down by his collar.
“Listen mackerel, i’ve already heard enough today because of you. You’re not even worth the energy it’d take to argue.
Plus, You talk a lot for someone who never makes sense. I don’t have the energy to deal with you. So just get lost.”
Dazai blinked at the sudden yank on his collar, his expression flickering between amusement and something unreadable for a split second, before settling back into that infuriatingly lazy smirk.
”Wow.” he drawled. “and here I thought you were just too shy to admit how much you liked my company.”
”...But fine, fine. If I’m that unbearable... I suppose I can go throw myself into the nearest river instead”
“Yeah, no one is stopping you.”
”Alright, alright~” Dazai called after Chuuya “Guess I'll go bother someone else then... maybe a river would be more welcoming anyway.”
As he strolled off, the whispers and curious glances around them increased. several students pointing and staring after his tall figure, clearly intrigued by the unusual scene that had unfolded.
He pretended not to notice it all, casually stuffing his hands in his pockets and whistling a random tune, although his gaze flicked back to Chuuya once again.
Dazai spent the rest of the trip inside the museum in semi-isolation, his usual aloof demeanor still in effect. He casually observed the exhibits without any real interest, clearly not taking his surroundings too seriously. Occasionally, he'd glance over to Chuuya’s group, watching him from the corner of his eye his expression betraying nothing, although his gaze remained glued to his figure for longer than necessary.
His earlier comment about the 'river' seemed to have faded away into the background for now, replaced by his usual nonchalant facade.
The museum visit continued uneventfully, at least on the surface. While Chuuya and their classmates moved from exhibit to exhibit, Dazai lingered just enough to remain technically with the group while keeping an obvious distance.
When it was finally time to leave and everyone boarded the bus back, Dazai deliberately chose a seat far from Chuuya this time, slouching by the window with his chin propped lazily in one hand as he stared outside at nothing in particular.
The ride back was silent between them.
When the bus finally pulled into the school parking lot, there was a collective sigh of relief from the students. Everyone started filing out, chatting and laughing as they made their way back to the school building, except Dazai. He remained by the window, watching everyone else exit as if he couldn't be bothered to move.
A few students shot him curious glances as they passed, but no one said anything. Even the teachers seemed wary, giving him a wide berth as if he was some unpredictable entity they’d rather not deal with.
As the last of the students trickled out, Dazai finally stretched and stood, pausing just long enough to glance in Chuuya’s direction with an unreadable flicker in his gaze. Then, without a word or one of his usual theatrical remarks, he shoved his hands into his pockets and slouched off toward the school gates alone.
———
The next day at school, Dazai was back to his usual self, lounging in his seat with an air of indifference, occasionally doodling nonsensical scribbles in the margins of his notebook.
Somewhere deep down, Chuuya wondered if maybe, just maybe, Dazai had finally learned to keep his distance.
As the day wore on, Dazai remained uncharacteristically quiet, rarely bothering with his usual witty retorts or smartass remarks. He seemed almost distracted, his gaze often drifting off into the distance in between lessons.
At lunchtime, he sat alone at a table near the window, picking absently at his food with a far-off expression on his face. Even the occasional group of students passing by didn't catch his attention, he just sat there, lost inside his thoughts.
As classes droned on and the day dragged on, even the teachers noticed Dazai's unusually subdued behavior. They spared him puzzled glances and whispered amongst themselves, clearly thrown off by the usually chatty prodigy's uncharacteristic silence.
During one of the breaks, one of the bolder students, a boy named Junichiro, took a seat across from Dazai's desk, casually propping his legs up on the neighboring chair.
”...Dude... you've been acting weird. What gives?” Junichiro said bluntly, his voice tinted with amused confusion.
Dazai merely shrugged, poking at his untouched lunch with a half-hearted expression.
”Just not in the mood for chatter, I guess” He replied lazily, not bothering to look up.
Junichiro raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with the lackluster response. He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head.
”Sure, and I'm the Queen of England,” he scoffed. “You've barely said a word all day. Something's up.”
Dazai finally glanced up, his usual aloof smirk not quite reaching his eyes this time.
”Maybe I’m just evolving. Silence is the new sarcasm.” he mused dryly, twirling a pen between his fingers before letting it clatter onto the desk. “Or, shocking concept,I’m bored. Pick whichever sounds more dramatic.”
His tone carried its usual detached amusement, but there was something hollow in the way he said it, like even his theatrics were running on autopilot today.
Junichiro squinted at him for a long moment before sighing dramatically and standing up, “Alright, whatever. But if you’re gonna brood, at least do it somewhere photogenic.” With that, he strolled off to rejoin his friends across the room.
Dazai watched him go with a scoff, not bothering to respond. He remained perched on the edge of his desk, a lone figure in the midst of a buzzing classroom. His gaze shifted to the window, fixating on something outside that no one else could see.
His usual mask of nonchalance was still in place, but even the most casual observer would notice that something was off today. His shoulders were tenser than normal, and his casual slouch seemed more like a weary slump than the usual lazy lean. His jaw also looked clenched tighter than usual...
As the lunch period drew to a close, Dazai finally pushed himself off the table and gathered his things. He slung his bag over one shoulder and sauntered out of the classroom, his gaze remaining fixed straight ahead, he barely even acknowledged the glances and hushed whispers that followed in his wake.
The hallways were mostly empty now, the usual lunch rush having dispersed to their respective classes. Dazai walked down the corridor with a slow, almost mechanical stride, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.
He was almost at the stairs when a voice suddenly called out from behind him, one that was far too familiar for his liking. Dazai immediately stiffened, the muscles in his jaw clenching.
”Hey, Dazai!”
It was Yuan, jogging up to him with a smug grin plastered on her face. She was flanked by her usual entourage, and they all looked particularly insufferable at the moment.
Dazai paused with a sigh, reluctantly turning to face her. He forced a casual expression, trying to hide the irritation that flared within him at the sight of her.
”Yuan,” he said with a false cheerful tone. “To what do I owe this unpleasant pleasure?”
Yuan’s grin widened, visibly amused by Dazai's attempt to seem unbothered.
”Oh, just wanted to have a little chat.” she said innocently.
One of her friends snickered, and they all exchanged knowing glances, clearly enjoying this far too much. Dazai's grip tightened around the strap of his bag.
He forced a scoff, feigning indifference.
”I'm honored. But I'm a busy man, so make it quick.”
He tried to brush past her, but Yuan sidestepped in front of him, effectively blocking his path. Her smile was all faux sweetness as she tilted her head, the other girls and guys giggling behind her.
“What’s the rush? Just thought you might wanna know, everyone loved your little performance yesterday.” Her tone dripped with fake sympathy. “Especially how you clung to him like some lost puppy. Real smooth”
One of her friends chimed in with a snort, “Too bad he told you to drop dead after.”
Dazai didn’t react at first, his expression stayed perfectly blank, unreadable even as his fingers twitched slightly against his bag strap. Then, slowly, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth again, though this one lacked its usual sharpness.
”If I wanted attention.” he drawled, “I'd just trip over my own shoelaces in front of the whole school again. Much easier than dealing with whatever this is supposed to be.”
Yuan’s smile only grew more smug, clearly enjoying the effect her words were having on him. She took a step closer, her voice dripping with faux concern.
”We're just trying to help, you know. It's clear you're a bit... lacking in the social department.”
Another guy snickered, “Yeah, seriously. Do you even have friends?”
Now that hit a nerve.
The smirk instantly dropped from Dazai's face, replaced by a sharp glare.
”I have plenty of friends.”
Her eyes widened in faux surprise, and she feigned a concerned frown.
”Oh, really? Name one.”
Dazai’s breath hitched for a split second, a crack in his usual composure. His mind raced, scrambling for anyone who didn’t look at him like he was a stray dog begging for scraps.
”...Junichiro.” Dazai finally muttered lamely, even though Junichiro had literally walked away from him thirty minutes ago.
"Oh my god, you mean the guy who told you to brood somewhere photogenic? Wow. Just... wow.”
Meanwhile, Chuuya was standing alone in the hallway, leaning to his locker. He was scrolling through his phone, trying to hear what they were talking about.
Yuan was still chuckling to herself, blissfully unaware that she'd just lost Dazai's attention.
”Seriously, Dazai.” Yuan went on, shaking her head in exaggerated disbelief, "you're the most antisocial person at this school. No wonder you have to cling to random people just to have someone to talk to.”
“It's just embarrassing, really. You're like... a walking reject.”
Dazai gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched tight. He was this close to losing it, but still, he forced himself to remain quiet, to keep his words from betraying the irritation that simmered just below the surface.
Yuan wasn't finished yet, though. She smirked at him, her arms folded across her chest with a hint of superiority.
”And let's be real, no one would want to be friends with someone like you. Not even as a joke.”
The words stung, more than Dazai wanted to admit.
”Oh?” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And what exactly is so wrong with me? Enlighten me, Yuan.”
Yuan blinked, momentarily thrown off by his sudden bite, but she recovered quickly, her smirk returning with a vengeance.
”Oh please.” she scoffed, flipping her hair. “Where do I even start? The creepy clinginess? The whole 'I'm-so-mysterious' act that no one buys? Or the fact that you clearly have no idea how to interact with people unless it's pissing them off?”
”Face it. You’re just lonely. And everyone sees right through you.”
Dazai clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. He was seconds away from snapping
”At least I'm not trying too hard to impress a bunch of idiots.”
Yuan’s smile faltered for a split second.
”Oh, is that a dig at us?” She asked. “Because at least I friends. What about you, Dazai? Last I checked—oh, that's right. You don’t.”
He tried to fight the wave of anger and humiliation. He felt like he was helpless, vulnerable, and more alone than ever.
”Shut up” he muttered. “Just... shut up, Yuan.”
Yuan’s smirk widened into a twisted grin. She loved it when people snapped, and she knew she'd hit a nerve.
”Oh, what's that?”
“Did I hurt your feelings? How sad. The poor little loser can't handle a little truth.”
Chuuya was stealing glances at them. He couldn’t quite hear the whole conversation, but he knew what was going on.
Dazai could feel his temper boiling over as Yuan’s words continued to cut deep.
He glanced across the empty hallway just in time to notice Chuuya lingering behind the corner, watching them from a distance. He didn't know how long he’d been there, or how much had he heard..
For a split second, Dazai’s expression flickered, something unreadable flashing in his eyes before his usual smirk slid back into place. His shoulders relaxed slightly, the tension leaving him as if Chuuya’s presence alone had pulled him back from the edge.
Then, with deliberate nonchalance, he turned away from Yuan entirely, as if she’d suddenly become unworthy of even his irritation.
”Tch. Not worth my time.” Dazai muttered under his breath before shoving past her without another glance.
He strode down the hall, toward where Chuuya stood, his voice lifted just enough for Chuuya to hear.
”...You gonna keep eavesdropping or actually say something?”
“..Sorry?”
Dazai slowed to a stop in front of Chuuya, shoving his hands into his pockets as he regarded him with an arched eyebrow.
”...How much did you hear?” Dazai asked.
“How much was there to hear?” Chuuya replied casually.
”The part where I apparently have no friends? Pretty standard banter,” he said with a dismissive shrug. “Or did you catch the part where Yuan claimed I'm a walking reject?”
There was an edge of irritation in his voice, but he did his best to cover it with a nonchalant grin.
”So did you enjoy the drama?” Dazai asked, his eyes flicking back up to Chuuya’s.
Redhead paused for a moment
“You know what? fuck her.”
Chuuya started walking to the direction where Yuan and her friend group was standing. before Dazai could even realize what was happening, he was following him.
Dazai's eyes widened, his annoyance suddenly replaced by surprise as he strode off without explanation, he found himself walking in his wake, curiosity warring with confusion.
”Hey, wait up—“ Dazai called after him.
“Hey Yuan!” Chuuya called, looking confident as ever.
Yuan looked up in surprise as he approached.
”...What do you want?” she sneered, crossing her arms and lifting her chin disdainfully.
“What is your problem? Still sticking your nose in other peoples lives? You must be exhausted, carrying all these insecurities around.” Chuuya said with a smirk.
Yuans smirk faltered for a split second, eyes darting between Chuuya and Dazai.
”Excuse me?” She scoffed. “Who the hell do you think you're talking to like that?”
“Oh defensive already? hit a nerve? someone who clearly needed to hear it”
“You—“ She started, voice cracking slightly. “You don’t know anything about me!” She snapped.
“You’re right. And from what I’ve seen, I don’t need to. Relax, Yuan, I don’t need a biography to see through you.”
“You’re just.. You’re just jealous.”
“If that’s what you need to believe, sure. Don’t worry, everyone notices when someone’s trying way too hard. You act important… Go on, make a fool of yourself. It’s what you do best”
Yuan’s face twisted in sheer, for the first time in... ever, she had absolutely nothing to say back.
“How could you say that Chuuya? I’m your friend and he is nothing! You’re supposed to be on my side.”
Her friends were frozen behind her, watching the exchange with wide-eyed disbelief. The hallway around them was eerily silent.
Dazai watched silently from Chuuya’s side, his expression unreadable beneath his usual lazy smirk.
Yuan opened her mouth to speak, then shut it, swallowing a bitter lump in her throat. Then, without a word, she spun on her heel, shoving her way past her stunned friends and stomping down the hall with her cheeks burning.
Dazai watched Yuan storm off with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The moment she turned the corner, Dazai’s facade wavered, before he shook it off and glanced down at him.
”...Damn,” he muttered, impressed despite himself. “Didn't know you had that in you.”
”Guess I should thank you... or something.”
“Yeah whatever.” Chuuya said so casually and he was about to walk away when Dazai caught his arm as he turned to leave.
”...Wait.” Dazai said, his grip surprisingly gentle.
He sounded serious, an unfamiliar edge of something like desperation in his voice.
“What do you want?” Chuuya asked.
Dazai’s voice soft and serious: “Why did you do that?”
“Someone really needed to do that” Chuuya replied “She can think this world spins around her.”
”Yeah... but why you?”
"You could've just walked away. You didn’t have to get involved."
“Couldn’t just stand there and let her think she’s in charge of everything.”
He stared at him intently now, his gaze steady as he studied Chuuya’s face.
”It's not like you got anything out of it. Plus you don’t even know me. So... why the hell did you even bother?”
“I got satisfaction out of it.”
Dazai shook his head in disbelief, a hint of a rueful smile on his lips.
”You're one of the strangest people I've ever met, you know that?”
“You’re not the one who should be saying that actually.”
Dazai blinked at him, caught off guard for once.
”...Fair,” he admitted with a tilt of his head. “But still. It's not every day someone does me a favor.”
”Guess I owe you one.”
“Ah man, you really are hopeless, aren’t ya?”
Dazai sighed dramatically, tossing his free hand up in exasperation.
”Hopeless? Me?” he scoffed,
"I’ll have you know I'm very... uh...”
He trailed off when he realized he couldn't actually think of a good comeback. With an exaggerated pout, he let out a defeated grumble,
”...Fine. Maybe a little.”
“More than a little i think.” Chuuya glanced up at him, studying his expression.
”Hey, my ego could use a break.” Dazai retorted, though there was no real heat in his tone. “Besides…”
Brunette suddenly leaned forward, peering at him with renewed interest.
”You're not exactly the picture of normalcy yourself.”
“Oi shut up.”
”Aww, hit a nerve?” Dazai drawled, leaning closer until he was practically in Chuuya’s space.
“You do know a single smile won't kill you, right?”
“I still can’t risk, what if it did?” Chuuya replied.
”Ouch. Cold-blooded.” Dazai whined, though his smirk never faltered. “But hey, since we're both social rejects now... wanna grab coffee sometime?”
“…Why would i want that?”
”Because you’re the only person who doesn’t look at me like I'm some stray dog begging for scraps,” he said simply, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “And because I want to.”
Then, quieter. “So... yes or no?”
“I’ll think about it.”
”You know, normal people usually say yes or no, not make me wait in suspense. Or do I gotta beg on my knees?”
Chuuya rolled his eyes.
“You can do that if you want, but don’t expect it to change anything”
Dazai blinked at him for a long moment before suddenly dropping to his knees in the middle of the hallway with zero shame, clasping his hands together dramatically.
“PLEAAAAASE CHUUYAA” he whined like a petulant child, "PLEASE GO ON A COFFEE DATE WITH ME I'LL LITERALLY DIE OF BOREDOM IF YOU SAY NO—“
Chuuya’s eyes widened, immediately looked around with embarrassment to see if there was too many people.
“ARE YOU STUPID? GET UP!”
Dazai gasped as Chuuya yanked him back up by the collar of his shirt, but his grin was absolutely unrepentant.
”Worth it.” Dazai declared. “And for the record? Yes. I am stupid.”
“figured.” Chuuya said bluntly.
”You're supposed to say, 'oh no, no, you're not stupid, you're smart, charming and handsome!'”
“Go and find another person to bother if that’s what you wanna hear.” Chuuya rolled his eyes.
”What if I don't want another person?” he mused. “What if I wanna hear those words from you Chuuyaaa?”
“God what did i do?”
Dazai pushed himself off the locker suddenly, taking a step closer.
”You're honest,” He murmured, "you're interesting, and you don't look at me like I'm some freak. So what's the harm in having coffee?”
“Fine.” Chuuya said. “But don’t get used to it.”
Dazai blinked, once, twice. as if he genuinely hadn’t expected him to agree.
“Was that so hard?” he teased.
“Yes.”
“See you tomorrow then.. shortie.” Dazai said with a sly grin.
Chuuyas face immediately scrunched up in annoyance as he turned on his heel, flipping him off without another word.
Dazai just cackled, shooting a wink at him retreating back before shoving his hands in his pockets and sauntering away himself. His smirk stayed firmly in place the entire time.