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Chuuya woke up in his room properly covered by a blanket, his memories from last night in a daze. How he got to his room without sustaining any injuries? A complete mystery.
Well, the note in his bedside table begs to differ.
Chuuya picks up the small note written in the back of a receipt. There, in neat handwriting, it says:
I hope you slept well, Chuuya-san. Will you meet me at the restaurant in the back of this receipt tonight at 8?
Dazai Osamu
Who the fuck is Dazai Osamu?! What business does he have with him? How did they meet? How did Dazai even place this note in his room in the first place? Chuuya has many questions and the only person who’ll be able to answer all of those is that man.
Guess he’ll have to iron his suit now.
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The restaurant where Dazai asked to meet him was one of the most expensive ones in the ship, offering a variety of European cuisine. There wasn’t a lot of people there given the fact that their food is worth more than the suit Chuuya’s currently wearing.
Chuuya waits outside of the restaurant, he isn’t mentally prepared to enter the luxurious dome of elegant cuisine by himself yet. He fumbles with his tie as he waits for the other to arrive — not that he knows how Dazai looks like.
Chuuya scans the restaurant, laying his eyes on a seemingly gorgeous (he insists) man sitting alone in a table for two. He doesn’t even realize that he’s staring.
“Are you just going to stare at me or are you actually going to sit down?” A voice interrupts his thoughts. Chuuya blinks twice, focusing on the face before him.
“Y-You’re Dazai Osamu?” Chuuya asks the man he was previously admiring.
He pouts, much to Chuuya’s surprise (he still finds it cute though). “Aw, you forgot about me? I thought we had a special connection, you know. Calling me handsome and all.” Chuuya has never wanted to slap himself more than he does right now.
“I’m really sorry.” He bows down in apology. “I-I was drunk and I have no memory of last night.” Just what did he do?!
“Let’s talk about it over dinner, shall we?” Dazai offers, leading him the way to their table.
“I’m paying so order anything you like.” Dazai tells him. Chuuya tried to insist that he’ll pay but all Dazai said was ‘you’re with a stranger who invited you over for dinner, at least let me pay.’
“I’ll have the Cabernet Sauvignon first then.” He tells the waiter, Dazai placing his order shortly after.
“So, Chuuya-san,” Dazai starts. “You have no memory of what happened yesterday?”
“Yes.”
“And you don’t know who I am?”
“…yes.”
“Well then, let me introduce myself again.” Dazai straightens his blazer. “I’m Dazai Osamu, the staff captain of this cruise.” He introduces, extending his hand for Chuuya to shake.
S-Staff captain?! He did god-knows-what-happened-yesterday to the staff captain?!
“A-Ah, I’m Nakahara Chuuya. Nice to formally meet you, Dazai-san.” He shakes his hand.
“So…Dazai-san, what exactly did I do last night? How did I end up meeting the staff captain?” Chuuya asks, he couldn’t hold back his curiosity.
“Well, a lot happened but I’d like to tell you about that when we get to know each other better so,” Dazai pulls out a small card from his blazer and hands it to Chuuya. “Would you care to have some coffee with me after this cruise?”