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Right now advertisements were airing on the huge screen of the cinema hall.
Chuuya took the seat next to Dazai and put the popcorn on his lap. His coke was already in the drink holder between Dazai's and his own seat.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Chuuya glanced at Dazai. The light of the screen flickered on Dazai's face and his hair. Chuuya could feel how the heat and red crept into his face, his ears and how his hands got sweaty when their eyes met. Within seconds his attention was on the popcorn between his legs.
With a shit-eating smirk on his face, Dazai put his hand in the popcorn bag and ate a few of the caramelized sweets without even looking directly at Chuuya. Dazai's arm was on the armrest.
What the hell is going on here? Chuuya could almost feel how his heart wanted to skip out of his rib cage. Why the fuck I'm so fucking nervous. It's just the bandage and space wasting Mackerel. Someone, I know what felt like half of my life. Someone I-
Their eyes met again.
-love since the same period of time.
Looking back at the starting scene of the movie he closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. His cheeks flushed with a bright pink. Now or never. Chuuya glanced down at Dazai's arm resting on the armrest, took a glimpse at his face directed on the screen and down again on his long and thin fingers. His wrists were covered in bandages. Dazai wore a white bottom up shirt and his sleeves covered most of the bandages. Chuuya knew about all the scars underneath mocking him for his past.
Taking a deep breath again he touched Dazai's fingertips with his own, not looking at him, his eyes closed until he could feel that Dazai returned the gesture and intertwined their hands. Chuuya looked up straight into Dazai's face and the brown eyes caught the blue ones. It took Chuuya only a few seconds of is brain not working until he initiated the first kiss between them. His free hand on his face caressing his cheek moved down his neck and stopped above the neckline of his shirt. The other hand still intertwined with Dazai's, both eyes closed as they touched their foreheads together.
After what felt like an eternity of kissing Chuuya realized his actions and broke the contact completely. "I-I am sorry!" His face felt hot and he was ready to leave the hall and skip the movie even it was one he wanted to see for months. "It was- I didn't want to-"
But he was interrupted by another brief kiss and Chuuya forgot what he wanted to say. "Pretty sure you wanted that." Dazai cupped Chuuya's face with both hands and leaned down for a third kiss. It was less reserved than the first one and longer than the second one.
"Could you please leave the hall?" Someone in the row in front of them turned around. "You both disturb the movie with your mutual pining."
A furiously blushing Chuuya stood up, grabbed Dazai on his wrist and dragged him outside. The popcorn on the floor and the coke in the holder were forgotten and left behind.
"That's all your fault!"
"So it's my fault you couldn't handle your pining?" But Chuuya didn't get the chance to answer because he was already pinned against the wall hidden behind a huge cardboard stand-up.