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The sea at 4AM is unrepeatable.
The reflection of the stars that won’t shine again. The soothing sound of the waves when arriving to the shore that will disappear, and so will the sound they once made. The night sky above is one and unique, turning for the first and last time over the great ocean, a sky like this will only happen once.
Oda stares at it all, while exhaling the smoke from his almost burnt cigarette and inhaling the salty smell.
On a night like this where the sky and ocean are getting confused at the line called horizon, thinking that it won’t happen the same way again makes Oda sort of melancholic. He should be sleeping as 4AM isn’t an hour anyone should be awake at. Somehow, he finds himself restless, looking at the sea with his eyes lost in search for its corners.
“It’s freezing out here, Odasaku~.”
Dazai’s voice –and his whole body too– appears next to him, wearing the shirt he was using hours ago, the dark blue one Dazai gave him as a gift. His eyes are looking too at the scenario in front of him, not as lost but definitely wandering.
“Did I wake you up?”
“I wasn’t asleep to begin with. So, you don’t have to worry.”
Oda relaxes.
“You should go back to bed; you have a meeting with a client tomorrow.” Odasaku reminds him. He can see himself trying to wrestle Dazai out of bed tomorrow because he ‘doesn’t feel like going to the meeting’ and ‘Kunikida-kun doesn’t need me to handle some boresome client’.
“My hips hurt, and I can’t find any position where they don’t.”
Oda puts the cigarette back to his lips and inhales, deeply. Dazai’s frozen fingers tingle around the hand he is using to hold it. Following his movements, Oda is met with Dazai’s smirking face. Of course, he isn’t ashamed of saying that. Dazai was never the type to get ashamed anyway.
“Shouldn’t you be saying that you are sorry?”
“But I’m not sorry at all.”
“I didn’t take you for the pervert type, Odasaku. What other secrets are you keeping from me?” Dazai’s chuckles are like waves arriving to the shore: never the same even if they sound all similar.
Dazai, still with his cigarette in hand, takes a long inhale to it and coughs while exhaling the smoke, in suffocating barks. Oda puts a comforting hand on his back, while taking back his cig and putting it into the ashtray on the railing of the balcony.
“You shouldn’t smoke, Odasaku. It’s nasty.” Dazai is sticking his tongue out, like a kid when they don’t like their food.
“I’ve been trying to quit. I just have to find something else to keep my lips occupy with.”
Dazai’s eyes go up to meet Odasaku’s. There it is, Oda thinks, an unrepeatable view. Dazai blushes mad and puts his tongue back into his mouth, coughing a little more. Oda leaves a soft chuckle, entertaining in his reaction. When you flirt back, Dazai is momentarily taken back. That’s something Oda learnt through the years although he barely has used this trick even if seeing former Mafia prodigy Dazai Osamu speechless it’s quite the view.
“I guess I can find you something to occupy your lips with if you come back inside, Odasaku.”
Dazai disappears while wearing this huge grin that Oda can see even if he is trying to hide it. Oda puts the astray on its original position, so it won’t fall during the night and closes the glass door behind him when he enters the bedroom again