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“Where are you?”
“Please, answer your phone.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“Chuuya, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to say those things to you. I didn't mean them.”
“I want to see you again.”
“Chuuya, it's been weeks. Talk to me.”
“I miss you.”
Chuuya hasn't had the chance to think this through. His heart was running wild with emotions he couldn't let out just yet, his mind was running wild with thoughts of Dazai, Dazai, Dazai. It's always ever been Dazai.
He needed to stop overthinking or he'll accidentally let one of these thoughts out, thoughts he didn't want Dazai to know of just yet. They learned how to hide things from each other since they were young courtesy of being in the port mafia and as they say, old habits die hard.
He hid his thoughts from Dazai and turned off his phone. He needed time. Time alone with just his thoughts and nothing else. But with Dazai pouring his feelings out for him through his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel his resolve crumble right before his eyes.
The argument they had days prior to him leaving their shared apartment was stupid. He knew just as well as Dazai did that it was a misunderstanding and nothing else but he couldn't help himself. Not when he saw Dazai with someone else, hands on their waist, whispering sweet nothings into their ear, placing a soft kiss to their lips. He knew there weren't any feelings involved but it was Dazai's way of explaining it to him that made him feel insecure.
“It's just for a mission, Chuuya. Quit being such a baby over it and focus on your own assignments.”
“It's obvious that you don't trust me enough if you're actually getting jealous over something like this.”
“Just leave. I don't have time to deal with this right now.”
All he felt at first was anger, 'That bastard. “Quit being such a baby. Don't trust me enough.” Like he doesn't know I trust him too much for my own good. Did he have to say it that way? Couldn't he just explain it to me like any normal human being?!”
And when the anger faded, he felt his chest tighten at Dazai's words, felt his heart break just the slightest bit because 'I'm not even worth his time'. He left before Dazai process his thoughts, before he could fix his mistakes. Chuuya walked right out of the front door with tears threatening to fall from his wide blue eyes.
Those words stung and Dazai knew full well how much his words and actions can affect Chuuya.
Dazai called out his name with panic in his voice but he didn't chase after him, thinking that he'd be back by night time. But Chuuya hasn't gone back once since he left, hurt by sharp words said on impulse, by a man who he had learned to love with all his heart. He didn't want to face him just yet.
And then a voice pierced through the quiet of his own mind.
“I love you, Chuuya.”
“Come back to me.”
He stops, thinking of nothing but the words he just heard, replaying them in his mind over and over again. And all of a sudden he's running towards their shared apartment, thinking of what to say when he sees Dazai again although nothing specific comes to mind. Dazai could probably already hear his thoughts streaming through, messy and unfiltered, as he reaches the front door.
The door opens before he could even twist the doorknob.
He's tugged in and the door closes shut behind him. Before he even has the chance to say anything, strong arms pull him into a tight embrace. He freezes for a mere moment, shocked, until he notices the slight tremor in the arms that were holding him close. He relaxes then, lifting his own arms up to wrap around the taller man's waist.
Dazai's familiar scent and comforting warmth, he realised then how much he missed this, how much he missed Dazai even though they've only been apart for a few weeks. All because of a petty argument, all because they let their emotions get the best of them. But right now all that mattered was this, this feeling of relief that suddenly washes over the both of them, this strong sense of affection they both have for each other.
“I'm sorry, Chuuya.”
His voice barely above a whisper, the sentence spoken in a soft tone. Chuuya tightened his hold on Dazai's waist just the slightest bit more. He opened his eyes slowly before pulling back without breaking apart, hands still on Dazai's waist. He then tilts his head up to look Dazai in the eye.
“Don't do that ever again.”
Dazai leaned forward, lightly pressing their foreheads together before placing a chaste kiss on Chuuya's lips.
“Never again.”