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Chuuya couldn’t fucking believe it. Here the bastard himself, Dazai Osamu, was standing right in front of him as nonchalantly as if he had come back from a quick trip to the store. Not as if he had abandoned Chuuya for four goddamn years. Four years of his life Chuuya wasted away crying, sobbing, missing that waste of bandages. And the waste of bandages himself had the absolute gall to smile, and walk up to him like nothing had even happened.
“Fancy seeing you here, Chuu~ya!” Dazai proclaimed, with that teasing lilt to his tone. The one he always, just like old times, had used to pester Chuuya into doing something for him. Not that Chuuya wouldn’t do whatever Dazai asked anyways, or have any say in the matter. Dazai walked closer, closer, until he came to a stop so close to Chuuya, that he could practically feel the warmth of Dazai’s chest.
Dazai’s next move shocked Chuuya. Dazai was known for unpredictability to a lot of people, but not to Chuuya. Nothing Dazai could do would surprise him in most cases. But this… this was certainly not what he’d been expecting their eventual return to the other’s presence to be like.
Dazai had embraced Chuuya in his arms and whispered, “So… did you miss me?” Chuuya stood still in shock for a moment before letting out a growl and violently shoving Dazai away.
“You bastard… you leave me suddenly, for four fucking years, and the first thing you ask me once we meet again is if I missed you.” His tone rose dangerously as he continued, “You have no idea what kind of hell you put me through, Dazai. Absolutely no fucking clue, because you’re so wrapped up in yourself and your precious Odasaku, that you don’t care about your fucking partner!” He paused for a second and took in a shaking breath to level his tone, and steady himself before finishing. “So yes Dazai, I did miss you. Once. Now I’m over it, and you can’t hurt me anymore.”
Dazai looked at Chuuya in surprise, before his face morphed into a mask Chuuya knew well, they fell back into their old song and dance. Dazai and his masks, with Chuuya wearing his heart proudly on his sleeve.
“Do you really hate me that much, Chuuya?” Dazai asked in a hushed tone, scruffy bangs shielding his eyes from view. Chuuya scoffed.
“Of course I do, bastard.” He spun on his heel, in a motion to leave. He waved farewell to Dazai, and started to walk off. Dazai caught his shoulder and spun him around to face him, a desperate look in his eyes. Chuuya softened upon seeing him like this, it’d been a long time since Dazai had worn his current expression, one of fear of loss. A wild look of begging, pleading, longing, and hope. Chuuya sucked in a breath and steeled himself.
“Chuuya… You know why I had to leave. You don’t know what I thought about you every day, how I missed you desperately, how I wish I’d taken you with me. Please Chuuya, can we try again? I’m a better man now, and I won’t do something as stupid as leave you again. That, I can promise you.” Dazai choked out, throat tightening as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Chuuya’s eyes grew wide, and he leaned into Dazai to cup his face.
“Shitty bastard really pulling out the crocodile tears on me, huh? Guess I can’t say no, can I?” Chuuya said, leaning further into Dazai. Dazai’s hands wound their way on top of his, and gently pulled them from his own face to hold them. His thumb stroked Chuuya’s knuckles through his gloves, before he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Chuuya’s cheek.
“Thank you, Chuuya.”
“No problem, Osamu.”