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As they’re walking towards Chuuya’s motorcycle, Dazai asks: “Want to come to my place?”
“To your trashy and shitty shipping container? No way in hell, we’re going to my apartment.” Chuuya chuckles.
Dazai turns to look at his feet, a smile creeping onto his face.
When they reach the motorcycle, Chuuya puts his helmet on, gesturing Dazai to do the same with his spare one.
Chuuya gets on top of it and starts the engine. It purrs loudly in the dark of the night.
Dazai hops on, bringing his arms to hold onto Chuuya’s waist. He hugs him tightly, taking in the views.
Walking into Chuuya’s apartment feels different now, though he’s been here before.
Dazai feels different altogether. Maybe it’s an effect caused by tonight.
They both take their shoes and coats off, then drift into the small living room.
It has only a couch, a tv-stand with the television on top of it and a small round table at the center of the fluffy, beige carpet.
They land onto the grey couch, sitting next to each other.
Chuuya slips his hand onto Dazai’s and lets his head rest on his shoulder. They start looking for something to watch.
After a heated argument over what genre they pick, they compromise with a thriller.
It’s enough to keep them entertained. Though, they seem to be enjoying each other’s company much more than the movie.